Interrelational perturbence

It's a beauty unseen by true eyes

a color i can't describe

and language in tongues of new frontiers

a picture in the heart of quoting mere existence before bedtime.

we will not be the first, we will not be the last.

so here we are,

the sun does not know its a star

and its molten core seeps true existence and breed to a planet that deserves it, rather than to treat it as shit.

perpetual motion and reinventing the wheel.
shaking hands with the voice of a generation.

wiped clean off the face of the earth

as cold sweat takes over
and 40 feet beneath my feet

as it congeals, yet again,
to quote mere existence before bedtime...