percieving ideals and symbols inquiring more
2 knocks and 1 whisper of a breath near a door
da knob infatuates me and i start to clasp it tite
opening ma heart in a door standing no 1 in sight
ideas light up da room but da bulbs make it brite
fire lights through some fumes and day turns nite
engulfed by emptiness of a void in all pitch black
in submission devils in flames dancing on ma back
their grips release and sweat from ma head pours
burnin sensations and vibrations make ma chest sore
separating soul from body spirits begin to collide
floatin in mid air looking down to stare am i alive?
marching is a ruckus and streets catch a case
numerals and names attatched to it by a face
devils and angels tug ma limbs and throw roses
ova ma casket as deaths door closes
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