breathe, you seethe, foaming ‘til you need
crumble under pressure, so much pleasure
the leisure is you
hurting, bursting, calling for you
under blue, the view is all
people scream, need
but we frolic with ease
laugh, i love
masochistic, said with breeze
just breathe, people say
i lay, laugh watching society crumble with ease
in lieu, regardless they think of you
society loves the blues
pale thoughts cross the minds of many
dipped like honey
running ever so fast
the glass without contrast
they’ll never last
but who asked
