dim dreams disturbed, you think, "was it me, was it a more meaningful thing?" well seek that for yourself... or else a midnight of smoke within mystical hoax chanting forbidden words will call upon you for tomorrow farewells and that rallying cry tuned into philosophical lure, bloodshot eyes, burning, blur and still... can't you tell magnets upset, east becomes west, grim ghosts advance and grin at your isolated smell until sunlight triggers optical nerve to reverse the spiral, release the submersed, so learn the lesson well: grey stays along an orbiting star and colors dawn until becoming dark; there's no sense to rebel.
