Under the wake I sit peering upwards.
Gripping veins pulling harder and harder,
Do I seem patient, I try to act it.
There is nothing that I want you to fear.
Yeah, I'm wasting away.
Attain the way I want it to be.
I realize I will get this nowhere.
A prodding mind will always lose control.
Is it worth it, I could ignore it.
Another ten-fold flawed design.
Brace for the impact I won't have on you.
Much the same, not far from end wise.
Here's a better fucking view.
Here's a moment to feel worth.
It'll pass the time.
Here's a chaos you can't shake.
I will form a line.
There is no divine.