Handle it with care, The DNA it holds will live longer,
The judge is right here, you judged me too soon,
Haste, what a waste? Wish you hold more, to taste,
The purity of my thoughts, words, my arms……..
The smoke fills my lungs, burns down the avalanche,
The emotionless me, now goes back to drum and base,
The beats, hear my heart beat, becomes one with music,
Acid, trips of the unknown, a mismatch to my courage.
Run away, Fly away, I still smoke and watch you burn,
I feel its still inside me, you want to touch me,
I am misfit, I feel like it, thrown away in a basket,
Thrown away, Vultures come and fetch, Despair.
You miss me, You have missed my point, My energy still waits,
To consume your satisfaction, the hunger, made in heaven,
Devoured on earth, mismatched…..Meet you in hell….I die,
I like your song, disaster feels it….its in my guts…But…I am a MisMatch.
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