RMC

Feel it and reel to a two part
in the art of the mark some ark
has me travel baffled in a gavel stark
in this skin again has me start.

Tell of the vice but be nice I might
keep sleep to my own condoned light
on the subject you bring I object right
side of your face seems tight.

Follow in the night,
I want subject in the matter.
Feel the sun opposite light
and the subject are my songs of laughter.

Fell in dispel of this well
I swell I am compelled hell
is a mysterious spell
of one herein I will tell.

Feel the real me and be seen
by the green I don’t love I’m not mean.
Just the one begun spun scene;
make the fake mistake of grace it’s faith seen.