Second Guessed Style

Second guess style gone, wrapped round a pole, whole soul invested in a different sound
So all that came out was bitter frowns, wags of heads, shakes simple crown from off
Leaded shoulders bent back, broken tact, slipped facts whizzed overhead
Dizzy lit street lamps corner eyed, it's twilight's stars above head
Splish splashed across skysfall, as we crumble and mumble, tumbled fumbled huntings
Darkness crawls forbidden, lull, then start again
Stop, and then hearkened sin trails across grin
Up above grimace, naked brimming with infection, scrubbed disease, perfect rot bawling
Hearts granted soft, then hard heard round again, fall again over, and sober over once more
Again bold now, we go flow restored, style respected, honest moreover
I never cared, stayed true to me, through the tears, screw nightmare fears
Intangible, merely tight lipped leers, ears to hear stares, and tail bolstered nails
A grail to be sought out of bounds, a minds eye shone
Sound bounced and announced, sketched a picture like echolocation sonic waves spray painted symbols
Likened hazy rituals, wavy maze riddled rage, another moment in time, lulled frame
Tinder blazed, shine blighted, kind of still beat down
Smitten hounds chase a second-hand smoke game through the clouds of choked offerings
Of sundered gaping holes strewn in him, get it, gone
Infused miracle, suffused suffering, slip into dawn, sick with it
Pause one last time, grip it, but never start again, i'm all out of...