Drifting like a cloud, 
head above the skies.
These thoughts always shroud  
every single plight. 

Coughing through the pain like their battle cries.
Amalgamize this soul, mercury is the goal.

There is more to antagonize.
Salting out these road 
Making way for this gold. 

The smell of putrid sulfur, means I'm the shit.
Spitting fire from a pit,
burning away matter that is indefinite.

The benefit to the end of this 
is the fact that i have to sift 

through every single grain sand from across the lands.
I do not understand the god damn plan.
 
do I compromise my balance at a chance to challenge the hand 

grasping on to the chalice?
Why do I bear pain from all this malice?

Do i stare at the palace made of glass 
as people throw stones from the back?



Icarus with wings of wax;
I am falling fast
into the depths of my past,
I am about to crash 

to my death from the ignorance not laid to rest.
I'm not ready to wrestle with the depth of this stress. 

Distress is all that is left 
although I am trying my best
not to lose my edge.

Cutting into the meat of the quest.
I am starving for the attention I never get. 

A few minutes of your time for these simple rhymes. 
It doesn't cost a single dime, you don't have to pay no mind...

Pitfalls and Pitstops

Just a ghost phasing through the paradigms

Pitfalls and Pitstops

KANTRIPZ