[Influence]

I sleep with the blinds open - to let the seasons speak /
Searching for the sun light I haven't even seen in weeks //
The same sounds sing a sonnet as I dream of sheep /
but unfamiliar melodies compel me to believe I'm tweaked //
It could be the paint fumes.. I made room /
in the back of my brain for the lack of change I expected //
but I was never ready to accept that it was present /
Empty space occupies the place I left for heaven //
The scenery is frozen - exposing every aspect /
so later they can answer everything I haven't asked yet //
This is Pompeii of the past, bet //
A city that sits where the ash slept, concealing the pasts threats //
My last step forward was a step in the mud /
These new shoes are expressions of the tension in love //
So when I rhyme - depression has infected my tounge /
and every message represents a level less than the sum //
I'm never numb -
I feel the subtle shifts of troubled ships /
before the storm pummel's it.. //
i'm walkin' the same street with Tame feet that used to be wild/
they call me god rockin' lucifers smile, true to my style//
Automatic blasts equate to the barrage
of unhappiness, and even when i master this it's half as sick
Passive when I venture outside, outlines
on brick walls that outshine who you outrhyme
We breathe history projected by the fathers
and see through a leanse that was cleaned in muddy waters
My sillhoette is honored, but even when my physical self shines
it doesn't long, (last long)
This is the last song I'll ever right
due to this lack of inspiration.. My window cries with skies vacant /
and even strong stand on the land where pride faded /
but the ground isn't steady or sound, it lies naked //