BALANCE part I

An earthquake is shaking my chest
My feelings crush and explode themselves
I'll never see your human face
It'll spoil my fantasies  
 
An outnormal need to go home
Where we came from before we're born
The world is ON distortion
and I expand each emotion
To their point of wholyness
to their divine vagueness
I'm willing to release old lore
I'm ready to receive some more
 
This isn't our reality
destined to live invalidly
I'm still trying to prove me wrong
while being in this obnoxious funk
but balance finds its way in
with every possible, available mean