Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors Grip
Connection
Affection
Regression
Subjection
In the throes of grief
In remorse's debt
Crushed under irony's massive breadth
Words that spill from an ugly mouth:
Words that hold no weight
Compassion forced
From captive scorn
And active remorse
Confessions of love
Obsessions in vein
Recessions of love
Will now douse the flame
(I've been) Carrying ideations of a greater future
Ideations you dropped so long ago
But you never let me know
Now I'm left begging
For those same cold hands
To release me from their grip
Walled in
Yet free to roam
Lost to the world
Windows locked
Doors closed
Silenced of your own accord
Does the truth you hoarde burn you away inside?
As much as it's absence pains me?
I mourn for you
A beautiful smile
Regurgitating fallacy
A beautiful mind
Avoiding tangency
