Description
It's just an obstruct perception of vanity Feeling the music just like a feel of chemistry see into my mind something like insanity obscured view of humanity I'm falling it seems can't seem to find myself among the clouds of abstract obscurity Maybe it's just my sense of vanity Glutleness is of sin a mindset I might not obtain but I try to sustain maybe this is how I'll remain without a name something I tried to maintain even though I'm not desired as I'm slipping through the cracks looking into a starry nights with the eyes of a little kid in my mother's image, as if I was a Fool not wise to what I'm seeing or what anyone else is dreaming.these are my spoken words These are my memories without time in space continuum you have no galaxy Without the sense you have no direction Just a clouded path of footsteps leading to flaws downfalls and imperfections As I whisper the words I'm perfect They seem so imperfect
obstruction
