Paralysis Rex

Deep inside the atmosphere I'm muddied up and dying slowly Cuddling some sorry soul And I'm closer than I'd rather be Or not to be, I'll never know What it is to be a soldier I'm winter clean and getting colder Knee-deep in disbeliefs Mind and body are both sick of me Off center again Devoid of a clouded stint of our kin So unrelated to something like me An alienated breed Unconventional to the fleet Why did the car sputter out? Unlikely blood and gown Unlikely, trouble down Cowards like me run aground Life it's not loaded to win Underground, for good reason Tragedy brings pink flowers To thaw out the crowd I'm just a fire To breathe out the mound Mind is a colliding scope Of visions up and down and floating Lightly memorizing here And I'm closer than I'd rather be Or not to be, I'll never know What it means to please a partner I'm a feasibly unpleasing author Reading all I don't need Writing all that is untrue about me To leave My love is fucking obscene Don't break me, brother love Unlike me, pressured of What a frightening moon above Faceless, unable to face a lie, faced with truth Hurts to bruise such untouchable pride, out loud Life it's not loaded to win out of bounds I'm not seasoned to breathe under water without a sound I'm just a fire, without a sound