IV

I try to feed the need I Grieve. To represent my mind it seems. Overjoyed with tricks and samples. I am going to die I am so vapid.
Lonliness is a diesese. There is no way to stop the feed. I contemplate my mind it rapes. My hopes and dreams burn me at the stake.
The truth, there is no lie I can not see. Suffering behind transparent eyelids. Keep me now from keeping myself. Wisdom and compassion fit you well.
Your ears they fold under the pressure. The deep hole hallows, the dig goes faster. I will play pretend that I do not know. The wisdom betrays me, my mind it blows.
Take and give its show and tell. Keep from me it works so well. Your mighty blasphismic neologism, another dresser filled with its contents.