Translucent imagery, let it sink in

 I’ll find my energy, from wishful thinking

If it’s not your style, then why do you wear it?

If it’s not worth the while, then why do you tear at it?

Misplaced my enemies, with most of my friends

it’s almost scary how they quickly blend in

It’s so cloak and dagger,  I want to feel the breeze

too blind to matter, but still to warm to freeze

Just like an artificial host

it burrows deep inside my cranium

I check all the boxes for their expiration dates

but I’ll decide when the product is best used by

I feel so suprised to find

that the scale of our vocabulary

is much smaller than our lips make out to be

I guess silver tounges are only good for one thing