A spark and a small flame A man with an extra long last name An ex wife who continues to lay blame An excuse that begins with an instance of utter shame An unnatural concept Continues to burn Costing billions, but the inhabitants of our sphere, really entirely have no actual idea and are unwilling to learn A burning sun with endless an source Yet the bourgeoisie continue to force Force the proletariat to keep pushing the horse, until gasping for breath unabated and divorced From the one thing that develops and devours the spirit The lights and the shadows that insist us of course The heat and confusion that enlists us Detracts from the towering shade An unwinding fear And the sharpest of blades When the lights go out That's it No more No more pain to drain you and unwillingly contain you For a brief instance in time We're alive and unashamed Only to disappear To then disappear out of range

At the beginning of commencement A degree of defensiveness is essential A ensuing duel you will have to experience Another deluded imposter insighting abandoned archaic untruths Designed to lure you Tantalize you An attempt to ensnare you By a self appointed authority From the apex of the educated The uncreative The unimaginative Miscreant and maleficent are only adjectives Only by association, do they have meanings In seconds, not in minutes A solution can surface to the zenith of thoughts A thought can disturb you But sometimes there’s not always a resolution Illusion akin to a delusion

The temperature cool A life that is lifeless An intuitive scene A presumptuous dream swimming around the margins Just beyond the harbor of the classless A lie is a truth according to the man in the booth An unnecessary tale That exists within the glimmer of a muted man's entree A shadow of a ghost that only exists in a host that hopes that one day it will rain Until then, this man intends to govern this insightful region where the magnificence of linguistics apologetically convinces us that the true meaning of words only really ever inhabit our verbatim Is this really the case? Perhaps you can ask the frame of the wasted space about the warmest embrace that you promised How very dishonest The lies just beneath Always there but out of reach of the misinterpreted The indelible and inconvincible are definitely the incomprehensible But how does this compare to a simple idea that the truth isn't rare and that a lion is in fact really a bear A useful thought is untruthful As is a lie unforgettable

Tune into my mind From just left of my behind A rumour or fear The semblance of a random tear A willingness to hide From the un-heavenly skies that exist only from within my mind The light that is shining reminds me of a time When school and the simpler things did more to inspire When shall I wander into the unknown An ever present feeling of always being alone The lights don’t continue to shine Instead a feeling only described to me as blindness A miserable thought Cherished by all While I continue to fall Curled up in a ball

A blinding light So bright, yet so faint A tainted heart inside a disguised eye Shattered by glass shards so sharp They pierce unfocused eyes Scrolling towards a new hope A new reality Trying to improve the one you inherited Disenchanted Unable to imagine anymore Without a photo of yourself proving to the false and the fake that you are indeed great