And all I need in this soliloquy
Is some sense of Serenity
To fight the tendency
Because I know, I know
The inclinations haste
Taunting him
Feeling weaker
Contemplatively stare
The density becomes sincere
Complimenting those eyes
Right in the mirror
Contemplatively stare
Right in his eyes
Complimenting the mirror
Them swindled eyes
So faint, so distinct
White walls
White walls
White walls
Remorse for what he's done;
None!
Shock And Awe
His monologue; deceased
By our book
By our addiction
He's got a severe case of inclination
Of what makes him breathe doesn't even shake
But why?
Such contradiction
But why?
In his unmindful mind where there should be PTSD;
A mournful mourning
A mournful morning
The onslaught in his mind
A simple necessity
Right in his eyes
Complimenting the mirror
Them swindled eyes
So faint, so distinct
White walls!
White walls!
White walls!
Remorse for what he's done;
None!
