Something, Something

I pull you from the aether
A gift from whatever maker
And now I feel so able
Sounds nice when put to paper

A sneaking suspicion it claws down my back
What once was so vibrant has donned it's pitch black
I look in the void and it stares me right back

Isms synapses tied
Splintered thoughts thrown like dice
All attempts so futile
Yet I still see why you smile

Ain't it all in good fun?
One another's most serious thoughts
To ponder once upon
Talk your shit to the choir
And think you've learned alot

Is this forever
Normalcy a forgotten pleasure



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Devine
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