An aggravating art
For which seems hard to compare
And to manipulate without care
These words of a not-known empathy
Sensing those that remain weak
For the feast
And I'll deceive
With a Dali smile
Pretty, pretty, pretty
Solitude is calling out
Their suicide, suffice
Upon a grace
I'm calling out
What are the colors?
Premise of sea
Where of said
Colors are
Glaring at me
Premise of sea
I cannot bare
These colors
Glaring at me
Conceive,
Empathy,
Customary disease;
These neurons don't believe
To fall in a hole
Under a tree
And to undauntingly believe
This is my world,
Miss,
My air is too thin
For one to breathe
Premise of sea
Where of said
Colors are
Glaring at me
Premise of sea
I cannot bare
These colors
Glaring at me
