I know what's real
My only seal is
Stuck inside my candlelight
Burning away
This torch of my soul
It's grievances are full
And all I know is that my heart
Captures this old waste
And turns it to a paste
And rectifies the ways that the
Tragic slice is bearing off of
Carbonated waste
This smothered life I live
That's underneath my bridge
Picturing my paintings of a
Purifying gift
I gave myself into this past
Tragic under which old path?
Candlelight on witches blast
Salem underneath his wrath
Satan and a kissing pass
Written by the lifted crash
Snowy underneath his brass
Death inside a spiral path
Candlelight, unshaken nazz
What's to tell me what is laughter
Seen inside a broken ember
Lost inside the giant slumber
This is what I put me under
Sleep until I wake asunder
Tragic spell I'm sleeping under
Locked away like spoiled lumber
Rotting underneath in slumber