Syncing Delusional
I am the unusual
Very much delusional,
A man perched on the brink
This verse, this man, out of sync.
I am searching to fill in a hole
A chunk of ground missing in front
Of my blind eyes, I fall in with a grunt.
Bury me alive, cover me with dirt, like a mole
I, the delusional, cannot see through to your soul
Pondered on the verge of my destruction
Why is it that I am always looking for what is null
You fell into my gaze, only for me to crack my skull
If I bleed onto you, I will bleed on your instruction
I have fallen, delusional I am, into your seduction.
7/8/20 - Andy McRae
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