distortion

Faces lost in color,cheap mascara covers
Weekly salary, sheets of vanity sweeper across a matress laced in gold thredding and damaged
Springs, another victim of gravity.
Clinging to gravel she's earth bound
An apparition hurt drowned with fractured
Limbs  the vortexes attached to thems
Cracked plugged and blackened she looks
For life inside the endless sea I stare at her
From where my soul takes it's seat,
She looks distorted to me.

Spirits lost in purgatory. prayers for global fortune
Sang in open choruses echoed and grows in orbit
Work and force recorded rehearsed and herd by no one his heads in the clouds bobbin in the smog of his marijuana insomnia got him following the pounding logged inside of him while being locked Inside
A matrix of dreams he finds direction from where
My soul takes it's seat
He looks distorted to me.

Freedom lost in cuffs and shackled, invisible walls
Constructed by shadows that forged structure in this crystal ball we dwell on, white noise and static
Overshadowed the order for man kind to fall
A battle unseen by the natural eye, air waves
Attack from the skys and everyone let them
Pass through their lives some fight for refugee
From where there soul takes thier seats
But it all looks distorted to me I'm
In a war, and it's just me.