WRITE ANOTHER FACT
UPON THE OLD OAK TREE
IF IT MAKE SENSE
WILL YOU COME WITH ME

MEZMERIZE AND SYNCHRONIZE
WHAT WEVE USED TO BE
THERE IS NO PLACE FOR SILENCE
OR CONSTRUCTED MEMORY


I CAN THROW
THIS
A LITTLE BIT FARTHER
WOULD
YOU
COME
AND
DISCOVER

MY MIND WRITINGS
CAME TO CLAIM THEIR CREDIT
THEY ARE SLOWLY REASMBLING
TILL THERES NOTHING LEFT TO EDIT

A DREAM IS STILL A DREAM
IF YOU SEEM TO CARLESSLY FORGET
THERE IS NO USE IN SCREAMING
IF THERE IS NO REAL REGRET


I CAN THROW
THIS
A LITTLE BIT FARTHER
WOULD YOU
CARE
TO GO UNDER...
THE SHEETS
WITH THIS.