RMC

No danger in this sphere
that begets eyes in the morn red
with a false tone sometimes I hear
of ill conceived notions in my head.

They come from the outside
where slide into number two I do
of the chamber there’s danger, strife
colors me red but I am blue.

Here in the morning I have a time
making myself ready for your crime.
You flip away dollars but will steal a dime
to get in the way I guess it’s a sign?

Inside I beat phenomenon square
to the ninth degree I believe
youve never really been there
to the depths of despair it’s not fair see?

The red oozes out my eyes,
my teeth chip I barely need a reason why
to supply my lungs the same air
we fly though your blue mocks my line.

Who is the cheap thrill?
Who wants yummy drugs to fill
that to kill yourself is not skill;
let your eyes find me inside drill.

Deep down the thunder
is calm for a moment atonement
is for people who blunder
but I task a flask for me I condone it.

Because mine I own it,
a life lived like a capture of
news that’s turns to shit
then maybe we talk of love.