The B.W.S.M

Thinking this beat can save me.

At night shrinking this deep grave.

Like complete alien at sight.

Elite Arcturian in my seat.

I seek a cure in my sleep.

This aim isn't peak.

You think this is a game and I'm asleep?! Just a sheep!

Cheap distraction.

I'm not speaking for the sweet reaction giving me bleak hope.

Like it was meant to be. Nope!

I don't know why you think, I'd be aligned by lies.

When it's time that flies without love I find.

It's rhyme I speak.

It's about time you greet me.

Come down here yourself and meet me.

On the ground my feet be.

Under towel, cry, the heat be increasing when I try to be peaking the other side with my vision.