The lull before the uproar

The lull before the uproar

The lull before the uproar

I can feel stares from a mile away

Impressive survival as perfect prey

I don’t need sympathies, I don’t need your praise

You don’t have a fucking clue, this shit’s innate

Guess it shows character at the very least

Tremendous offbeat piece of meat

Spellbinding, alluring, intrinsically

Poster child of silent intensity

Plagued by premonitions

By the gift of vision

Added indecision

No cure for the human condition

Still on this earth with a pass from god

Built in their image, fatally flawed

World says give up but I scrape along

At the very least I’ll play the swan

Play dead for fun, strategically withdrawn

At odds with a longing for closeness, I’m lost

Impeccably preserved, yet never reassured

Pining away, I will never be pure

The cries resound, shake the ground

Breaks in the armor send me up into the clouds

I’d rather lose it all, please break down these walls

They’re caving in and I need someone to save me when they fall

Jagged breaths, I’m

Starved of oxygen

Swimming against this

Stream of consciousness