This still life
It looks like
Motion is gaiting unexpectedly
One judgment
Will define
Recycled emotions
Underlined vindictively
Misplaced aggression and a half-hearted smile
Give regret a whole new meaning
Replace transition
With a full lb
Of style
To try and read
What's on
The ceiling
Living in fear of a future this rares denial.
Bringing back the dead
Infected affection
Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle.

We're just left for dead...
This still light.
It looks bright
Showcasing your love on
Filtered, so fair
These judgments
Create criiiiimes.
Forcing the witness eyes
A blank stare
Revolting obsession
The other's denial
Push at the knees before kneeling
No definition
Not even worth wile
Apart from forgetting living in fear
Of a future that rare's denial
Bringing back the dead
Infected affection
Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle
We're just left for dead...