Costumed in metaphors, the pens replace the vocal chords, but can you read? Due to a feeble pride, should it be the court decides the "brightest" canary? (These rubber bands I call a spine, these rubber bands of mine)
Without a face, in the claws of a coma, possibly in waiting. The tides of timing and the teeth of correction weighing down the legs.
The ultraviolet gaze will tire and lift from the lake.
The ultraviolet gaze will tire, will lift.
When it wakes, will I play victim to its taste and of its liking? Though the reach is nothing long, a pedestal I've placed it on.
Without a face, in the claws of a coma, possibly in waiting. The tides of timing and the teeth of correction weighing down the legs.
"Overlooked" and "Out of mind" could be fabricated by these rubber bands I call a spine. Little bright canary you have nested in my ribcage, and I'd love nothing more than need not clip your wings.
Little bright canary you have nested in my....