Debut single off 'Lucid Safari'. Entirely by yours truly. Assistant engineer: Ryan Summers.

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{“phantoms”.}

& so i wave the white flag.
& i journal as therapy.
& i yearn for prosperity
on the paper’s white pad.
well, the decay of my mind has begun burning my soul;
& i guess it’s deservingly so.
i’m left struggling,
yearning in hope.
& it was evident in the cursive i wrote
in my letters to family
to settle my sanity.
& it serves as control
over these neurologically imbalanced visions of heaven.
rock a bitter perception
i’ll take each & every bit as a blessing.
until the curtains will close.
it’s vertigo.
my fate glitters in essence.
it circulate’s around me.
& reverberates a sound shriek,
& when in solitude,
i feel comforted; why?
‘cause given the presence of my guardian angel,
i feel fittingly destined
for a picturesque entrance
into the thundering sky.
i stumble & cry.
this is perfect.
far from what i deserve.
i’m worthless.
with a heart of black
sunk beneath my skin’s surface.
through these words,
the wickedest demon emerges.
& a sickening scream can be heard in it.
it happens all too soon.
another bleak night beneath the last full moon?
bullshit. yet another fallacy
leads to scribbled angst & my bitterness towards normality.
well they say i’m crazy,
& it’s impossible to disagree.
i was sane before; look what the hospital did to me.
instituted bipolar; possibly schizzo.
probably. & if so,
how could i tell?
at least the lunacy
beneath the moon’s lunar beam
gives me all these stories to tell.
i write till my bones are worn
during nights of glum darkness.
awaiting the sun’s arson
to flood the sky a bright bombardment.

so, go ahead,
call me crazy.
i agree.
but there’s much more than the naked eye can see.
each & every little bit of my pain
stigmas my brain.
so, savior, save me, i’m in need.
so, go ahead,
call me crazy.
i agree.
but there’s much more than the naked eye can see.
each & every little bit of my pain
stigmas my brain.
so, savior, save me, i’m in need.

i’m the gardener of your hospital room’s wallflowers.
thoughts rush through black nights & graffiti the watchtower.
i’ll solve your search for love & essence,
& i’ll educate the ignorant with cursive stimulant poetics.
i’m the nightmare of the sad clown’s clouded dreams.
i fall in love like an avalanche,
descending from the mountain’s peak.
my key to life is diaried madness & psychiatrics.
eclipse the sun with broken philosophies.
my science is savage.
i’ll leave a piece of me in you: the infinite truth.
as you look for hope out your hospital room’s window view,
i sit silent, tapping my foot to offbeat rhythms.
smoke rises, & cloaks the concrete’s glisten.
i smile & nod, knowing my secret remains concealed.
but still, it never will make up for the pain i feel.
& still, it’ll never make up for the pain i feel.
never.

so, go ahead,
call me crazy.
i agree.
but there’s much more than the naked eye can see.
each & every little bit of my pain
stigmas my brain.
so, savior, save me, i’m in need.
so, go ahead,
call me crazy.
i agree.
but there’s much more than the naked eye can see.
each & every little bit of my pain
stigmas my brain.
so, savior, save me, i’m in need.