Purple lines I don't discriminate.

Grated salt on my dinner plate.

Minds lost I'm in a sinners place.

In my bed my finished grace.

Closed eyes I'm blind to you anyway.

Closed mind your lies reflect off my dinner plate.

Granite tops and sapphire rubies I'm attracted by your beauty.

Can't put my finger on the buzzer of life.

My banality rises to the surface.

My causality the father of my purpose.

Dried fruit and plum berries my life is nothing but a numbed fairy.

I just wanna be normal.

Lines over my eyes.

The cross abnormal.

Similarities paused and dipped in their dexterities.

Smart talk

Yet I'm smart enough to know that smart people don't make it

So I dumbed myself down just so I could take it.

Reciprocity meets with perspicacity

Give and take,

take to give I embrace it.

Hindsight for my foresight.  

So I face it.

I'm standing with four shadows

in this dim lit basement.

Thinking of the foreshadows from the shape shift.

Perspicacity or mistak-en.