Sending A Message

I'm picking the side of me that's wanting to remain inside of grief because I'm living outside of relief and there's no forgiving this philosophy.

I want to be forgetting this consciously.

Subconsciously stepping onto the oddest things, triangles with eyeballs watching me.

Angles in disguise, they're not what they be telling me.

I'm breaking tradition because I'm not willing to be taking a mission.

That's not the only reason they be hating me.

The admission; they be fake, that's why they be hating me.

I'm too great with my thinking and they just hate that I'm sinking into the fate that I'm twisting because I'm bitter they didn't answer.

Fuck the co-dancers!

They aren't a must to be transcending the dust, my intent will be enough to be sending a message above.