Negative lights

Negative Lights

~Miss A

Choosing to be rather called drowsy, than to let a sudden exchange of moment pull you down the rail,

A simple hell should itne called, deep unlike any well.

And as one notices the enchanting briefs, forced to mend with its ways, they examine,

As if you're chasing one-fifty, and sence a coming to collapse speeding vehicle right straight. 

It's numbing, it's raging, it's roaring, and accepts you of your death,

And just the instant you realise the value of life, it's played you to your instances.

And when you start noticing these scripts, in the accents of tongue and brain,

It's a dive, contagious of contaminated layers, which you'd hope to never take.

Some dives are shallow, less to be, some make you understand numbing serenity,

And in some, you find the artifacts, you know are samples of poison you've tasted.

Aware of the possibility of finding them, you try your hit all the brakes,

Without the anti-dote of finding the strength, it dugs you the way fiber dissentiates to paste.

We're made of water, our aura gives it it's shade,

But some colors you find in 'em eyes, just rakes your nightmares.

Blue and red so purple it's negative; negative moss in your intertwine,

I know these tactics, I know the symptoms, but I see some in negative light.

Used to be happy, used to be blind, careless and free hugged your regime,

But now since pastries dwell, you're aware and away, conscious and stuck undine.

Little by little you understand, how neatly impossible it is the escape the Matrix,

The thread that's a cager so uncuttable, is the mild-mild hatred. 

Sovereigns you with a little disgust, a little distaste, to a bizzare articulate,

Tame it wild boar, tame the loose, before it dissociates through a pain.

Remember capable and cowering, still exists the lake,

Before you're taken by the wave, shut your eyes, ears and mouth well.

Such a negative way to face the consequences, breathe in and out, refuel the take,

Bug the air that glides down so smooth, gets stuck somewhere up the nasal passage.

And each of these encounters, getting frequent day by days,

Tinges some of the nerves, and you swear yourself the candy of getting-running away.

Count the calender in finger nails, negative motiff, periodic stays, rub diamonds out of shine,

Bury them safe somewhere, where no one can find, forget yourself the chime. 

Chocking pristine, you'll see those glares in rounded loops,

Waking up out of air, putting the pieces in place.

Cataloging all promises in black list, roam the miniature walls of heaven,

Take measures to prevent yourself from reading people between lines.

What is it going to take? Just a caliber to know the world, which ignited their pace,

Learn to move within the closures of matrices, a sprite-less nine-into-nine column of space.

Bedtime for some is a northen gate; filled with love and filled with mistake,

Matter is a city of sharks and stakes; marking it's melodies in white forest cake.

Prime time sugar and premium takes; challenger of woods in mountain brakes,

Frizzly circling charades and movement makes, motives yellow and dark maskquerades.

Come with me let's dance and duet; a night of shimmer, bedazzling blades.

Why so serious, it's a game just play; drowning nightmares just meaningless dates.