Faded

Listen to this.

I'm putting pen to the paper, precision, lift the Zen and go stranger.

Let go and show flavour in flow, taste like razors and pro.

I'm running mazes, something under me turning.

Shunning, suffer when I'm burdened with changes.

Stunned, I'm hurting in places.

Dump of wording in pages.

Scum, I'm serving in phrases.

Done, I'm burning in praises.

I'm Faded