You could turn around one's corner, you can turn and check your back, you could turn anywhere at all but it will never change the fact that when you dream, you dream too big and when you fall, you fall too hard but when you finally open your eyes you see the exposure is just too large.
A perfect blend of imperfect personalities, a necessary need of independent principalities. But when your lone island floods, you'll gasp for air and choke because your esophagus was slit when the settlers had held your throat. Previewed to be essential these alliances had been. If perception visioned honesty, it should have also captured sin. Not I, you, her, or any of the others. Just the consequence of a society that breaks down one another.
When I dropped to my knees, I felt a whip lash at my back, and when I scanned my finger over, I felt the Crimson drop out its crack. The lines had increased, eventually changing color, to a white powdery substance that you snorted with a dollar. One passionate fire, two sexual desires, and triple the workers who have yet to be hired. Just because night has fallen doesn't mean that it is dark. No, there's plenty of light radiating from the shallow pits of your heart. Cheap motel sheets complimented by filthy lips, makes it easier to witness as all common sense slips. When daylight breaks, it's all over again, and we'll drown neck deep in our emotional sea pen. Last but not least an exhanging of words where literal statements fly like metaphorical birds. A horrid chain reaction, a cycle that never ends. 'Cause once one tries to leave, one more time the circle spins.
