A Silver Lined madness
Silver lined madness
its all within my eyes,
lost within my breath
is it wrong to degradize?
A child in a straight jacket
in the world's view
and how they lack it,
imagination grasped in blue.
A Silver lined madness
and its metaphorical grin.
Luster lacked reality dusts
prints now an then.
My straight jacket is this
label come to hinder
and kill the lovely fish,
banality begets it's winter.
My soul to the man on the moon,
did not man kill,then
shovel in the spoon?
its all within my eyes,
lost within my breath
is it wrong to degradize?
A child in a straight jacket
in the world's view
and how they lack it,
imagination grasped in blue.
A Silver lined madness
and its metaphorical grin.
Luster lacked reality dusts
prints now an then.
My straight jacket is this
label come to hinder
and kill the lovely fish,
banality begets it's winter.
My soul to the man on the moon,
did not man kill,then
shovel in the spoon?
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