See my blue eye has been so torn.
Living on all these sides before.
Every day four warned.
No < day on your side.
Just black and white.
They say it’s silver sum where in the middle.
I the man who played the devil.
I took more than a fiddle.
Is it nursery (infantry) or a rhyme.
There’s more patients than are people.
Am I scripted, window pane….
Im transparent energy.
See what you see is what they make.
A product of the lives they take shots.
Hide plain sites, damn walls, call it air.
Existence may be frugal.
My heart is not the same.
My love is not a tool, no wish to play a game.
What kinda love is that, swear I hear my name.
What kinda love is that, no letters A-Z
What kinda world is that…..
We have all be charged up without wires.
Sensors or just strings.
Haptics feedback without warning.
like testing door rings.
Chi could have it in you, divert and you will be shocked.
I have a heart a frequency, pencils Ive been shot.