Hot room and plot tune poetry this is
Grammar blammar listen to the lack of stammer
This is hot room plot tune poetry
Piano keys asdf cuz wtf you thought music was but audible writings
Poetry resonations make music to you because here comes the tune
Attuned to the sensation of sensation fiend to the fix of being fixed
Reparations to the unrepaired state of the middle class third world lost child syndrome
Danger isn’t a warning sign its what the sign warns about but look the ink aint dried off their false signs
Danger is when you are at risk but you want to feel at risk from your comfort and yet you think these words mad
But let me give you my sign
Saint Jhn n the weeknd with the oversized headphones and a cracked phone because I can only relate to the more intense sides of what you call Edgy, so now ill spill over this sheet//
Hot room and plot tune poetry
This is
Bare walls still fan this is
Describe the room I shall
Light bright bulb dull this is
Math in life context there was
Minusing you was a plus he said
Unamused with your lack of amusement
Ego is craving junk people, bitter sugar, all bad little good
No room for junk words, no room for faint light
No competition and no comparison, to compete is to lose
To peck is to be pecked
To weigh is to be weighed
To measure to be found wanting by those you shouldn’t be wanting
Be better than fodder of idolatry, your kingdom is unkept
Your throne usurped, your side thorned.
Be better
Hot room poetry
Plot tune poetry.
