Greed for the speed. This much I don't need. Exceeds and impedes what was meant in my pacing. Mind like my legs like my heart just racing and I'm facing more than I've explored. I cannot afford under duress so the stress I call progression. I promised to learn the lesson and apply it well. Well said. Loop I can't thread when my tires fail tread and hydroplane into the next measure. Eyes locked on treasure can't appreciate the distance or the time spent bridging the gap. Mishap of the shaken. Mileage much mistaken and my cruise misconstrued so I've lost some control. Sold on the search for the soul years after when I'm close to the crash and my first is my last chance to brake and drive slower. Nightmares of the smolder. Afterburner hotter than a furnace full of coal and you wonder why I signal.
Burned into my mental are events instrumental to acceleration. Elevation once a foregone conclusion now resembles confusion in clusters and short spurts I've not mustered any sufficient resistance to. Those who know knew less and those who knew knew nothing of my turbulent times. Tumultuous times where the line blurs and my sight once sharp and stern is but a distortion aggravated in increments too well placed to be perceived coincidental but who do I blame? Time is untamed and famous for the push forward. Somewhat infamous. Some of it I trust but most of it has forsaken me. Can't catch up to what chases me. Trapped in steam and vapor dreams. View less pristine awakening. Time loaned taken away from me. I can't slow down so pray for me....
"Vino" Acting like you lost the invitation. Attacking like you weren't in the equation when you took shortcuts just to skip a few levels. Walking back defeated. Disheveled and even more envious of the bezel.
Why couldn't you just take yours.... Better with mine. I'm better defined and rather profound. More effective when found after all that is lost. Attempts have a cost yet you've tossed them into dirt like it wouldn't hurt. Rain helps with the pain. The less that you know while I soften the blow. Always had more to show. Thankful for distraction. Our interactions critical. The sad part? This is vintage. Rough on the eyes. The uncomfortable image. Uneasy. Queasy. Unbearable sight when we fight where I let you be right when I still wasn't wrong. This is taking too long but this is life prolonged. Better with signs to assist with detection. Better outlined. I could use some direction. Tried self protection but I've hemorrhaged lately. Veins drain from the chains to the ankles on an angle and we both had to dangle when it was time to step up. Thought myself a step up but you can't hide demeanor. Air much cleaner when I choose to concede. You get the chance to succeed but is that all that you needed? Better when I'm not willing to challenge the words. You ask me what you heard as if I were to flinch. Teeth clench like the fist does. A kiss does absolutely nothing for me. Can't pacify the fruit and expect fermentation. At least when routinely pulverized, I had reason for this fixation upon the process of potential. Convinced that the process was essential. No easy sell presumably since you knew me and thought that I would rather die than be alive and alone. Grapes aren't grown in such shade. Should I fade, please watch me wither if you won't dare impart as giver to lend a hand and tend to vines. Your pride our trap. We are confined and the raisin wasn't meant to reach the water. Better with time that I've used on the specifics. Richer with time much to the chagrin of the cynics. The clinic designed to manage, process and refine but I am small batch. No use for tall vats and latches. Threaten with matches. I will be the year lamented over. Functional tears tell of a fear that you have taken over. You see, under the heat I smolder but with the cold I build. Dash of vermouth to up the proof so please indulge when chilled. Every bit worth the field where vines have grown in measures. The rarest wine made over time
and this life is looking better. Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
We took this path when you took me back and I took this fall and I took your call then we watched it all. We heard the blast and we felt the crash but we could not stall. The worst of it all on display in the shade of a veil forged in wells more saline than the tears that have run to the ears for refuge. To choose is a struggle that should never have been. The love that of a friend becoming a "remember when" is much more than either of us bargained for. The smoldering shelter filled with burning letters has taken the form of a deleted thread. Patience depleted and optimism premium over me not being the "him" that you never wished to pull from.
Here it comes......
The haphazard, feeble, pointless, sporadic, pedantic, frantic attempt to push away. Far away until the day you impart the stranger words: "Hey Stranger." Made your point as clear as the haze in your perception. Gave direction without the map and memory never applied. Lied to bide because you need to hide when you'd much rather confide but there is harm in these arms no matter how warm. Thoughts will swarm across the surface. I'm anxious. You're nervous. We're angry. This ain't we. This can't be.
Tall order for short measure. You only notice when I talk reckless and to talk reckless, I need the checklist. Checkered past but a chest filled with pawns. Floored on the board and the chess is prolonged. No vest on my chest cutting through like the bishop more ruthless than rook. Castle with hooks and never paid for the bars. Real mean for my queen. That's why the king has his scars.
Still don't know who you are.
More easily identifiable by far than by most up close. Recognition up to par from the way that you boast but what is noticed the most? You only see me when the back meets the ropes and you're trapped and you choke. You would laugh unprovoked as if I couldn't stay woke. I don't sleep on subliminal. The criminal caught is the lesson taught where few have listened.
I guess tradition doesn't matter.
I suppose I'm to be flattered because you were just playing. Right? I romp and ridicule and now you want to fight. Right. Took your night and let today have a look. Time frame for mind games and still found time to cook. You can't play by this book. I wrote every chapter. Wouldn't feed on knowledge now you're starving after the fact.....
........what remains intact is the fact that you don't want me to release the evil. You blink or sigh or question why and there will be upheaval. Stabbed with the sharpest needles. Wounds similar in dimension that slowly drain what you've sustained to invoke your ascension. Lest I fail to mention, I'm not one for boast or sport so when I come for teeth and tongue, consider it retort. The spoils for such a chore. Nothing less. Nothing more and that's me being nice. A meager price just to settle the score and before you gain sense, I will have rinsed away the remnants. Was offended that you'd try. Thought at first to wonder why when you know how hot the flame burns in an instant for onlookers in the distance. The one thing worse than a death sentence is your existence during my relentless persistence.
