Under the wake I sit peering upwards. Gripping veins pulling harder and harder, Do I seem patient, I try to act it. There is nothing that I want you to fear.
Yeah, I'm wasting away. Attain the way I want it to be.
I realize I will get this nowhere. A prodding mind will always lose control. Is it worth it, I could ignore it. Another ten-fold flawed design. Brace for the impact I won't have on you. Much the same, not far from end wise. Here's a better fucking view.
Here's a moment to feel worth. It'll pass the time. Here's a chaos you can't shake. I will form a line. There is no divine.