Malignancy of affair -
2017 my thoughts long drew
the raging placid of black and blue
either it is torn, or fretful and grew
i, regret being on this other side, my turnings can keep this quite and nide
hoping to not sail through this bail -
I turn around once, my subconscious crisis of cribbing went further - a line drawn
2018,your sights are visible, my nightmares are awake, i grumble, i grumble - my throat kept being coarse
it startles me to begin the day, i went behind my clunky mess,
frozen beneath my persistent breathe,
when the soul is buried aghast my lies, these constant lies of progress
i emitted the flaws of my fellow partner, and dictated in a manner that is trained and convincing, i'd lie not to admit that i turned around again...