If I didn't know you, I'd probably know myself better.
I might even figure you out as well.
I'd love to tune you out and discover clarity. However, I'm feeling much more comfortable here in this shell.
Your madness is bliss, a pain I anticipate
You make me so sadistically sweet.
I yearn for your embrace and would love to see your face, but refuse to elevate you from my feet.
As you occupy my contemplations, I bask in the ambience of this numb sensation
In this malicious attempt at consistently maintaining perfectly ordered disorganization.
Just call me Ventriloquist, you cute little dummy. Get on stage and I'll pull the strings.
Peacefully chaotic, midnight forecast sunny with one more minute until the fat lady sings.
The most intriguing and neglected detail, a sarcastic expression which may prove to be true...
Contrary to implications of an ulterior motive,
The one with the upper hand is actually you.
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