Sixth Sense

I see

Silhouette behind my curtain
So silent and still
Move faceless mannequin
Off my window sill

Sixth sense comes to surface
Cryptic gifts from my lucid mind

I chew on my crumbling teeth
The porcelain scrapes
Get rid of them now
Save a belly ache
I want to spit now
I want to wake now

Laughing in my face as I spar with your force field
Fragile fists pounding your invisible shield
Learning how to read my signs
Wanna wake
Wanna make you yield

I'm the passenger when the road flips vertical
We're slowing down
Yet falling back
I begin to steer
Begin to car jack

I am lucid
I am spitting
I am lucid
I am steering
I am lucid
You are yielding

I am lucid
I am spitting
I am lucid
I am steering
I am lucid
You are yielding



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