something

Ayo my heart and soul hollow

I dove deep into the dazzled arts of divination as guidance for a road to follow

To swallow pride with an open mind but sorrow seeks no end until tomorrow

Therefore I'm still stuck wallowing

The essence in me obsolete descent into disorder

Crescent step onto the border of this edifice

A message to my former self etched into the lantern light sky

And a pantomime smile it's that fine line

Uniting dream reality the sweet spot

And we go on then muttering through half deserted streets sleep walking

And sirens slither back to sound this love song

Survive the scrutiny among staunch advocates of what's wrong