This still life
It looks like
Motion is gaiting unexpectedly

One judgment
Will define
Recycled emotions

Underlined vindictively
Misplaced aggression and a half-hearted smile
Give regret a whole new meaning

Replace transition
With a full lb
Of style

To try and read
What's on
The ceiling

Living in fear of a future this rares denial.
Bringing back the dead
Infected affection

Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle.

We're just left for dead...

This still light.
It looks bright
Showcasing your love on

Filtered, so fair
These judgments
Create criiiiimes.

Forcing the witness eyes
A blank stare
Revolting obsession

The other's denial
Push at the knees before kneeling
No definition

Not even worth wile
Apart from forgetting living in fear
Of a future that rare's denial

Bringing back the dead
Infected affection
Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle

We're just left for dead...