Ashamed, I approach it it clings to my soul, no matter how much of me I was away I know I should keep my distance, but I never push it away my hand tell me how many grams not a number, just what's right my veins let it melt its weight and its ever shifting forms and fights for the balance of it Scoring white lines mindfully in mindlessness a little more defined with every day ever inching closer to higher perfection of those intoxicating white lines I bring myself to fall on them hard, but not crushingly so the fire hardwires madness into my spirit the flow seeps soothingly into my body the zen of insanity never wishing to stop now that I've already begun I am POWER FULL of unstoppable might wielding fiercely tides of meticulous calculations the aftershock of my counter attack subdues the unforeseeable before it showed or thought to exist I am the mold that folds to you that tells you to bend the device of the intent the mediator of the pacifist a immaculate sculpture that was never conjured or given to a thought but just was I am the unbreakable asking to be broken batter me shake me weigh me to the dirt with your demands and I fight harder streamline without time striking down lightning stands in awe of me I do not tire i have my grams i consume it force it radiate it out of me the whiteness just a blur that's perfectly outlined and when i'm out they bow to me and get out of my way those who know what's good for them And when there is none no longer my beautiful white shimmering lovely white i crash back into the world you know leaving that small void for the longing that keeps my shame Alive But at least I know my home so keep yours keep your cocaine and leave me my rice the grain that grinds me to life I roll not the sushi Sushi rolls me |