Tangled inside of a self infliction
She trembles as if a rash addiction
Spilling a bubbling liquid
From her intangible motor vehicle
That she calls her pathetic brain
Her hair, purple and straggly
It drifts in its own personality
Encompassing a good impression
And releasing no emission
Soft is her face, delicate
A menial task that must be done
With eyes of amber, shimmering
And thin lips that seek intimidation
Purposefully they expose her
The phantom of impersonality
Scandalous on top of transverse
But it glows warmly, hardly matters
Simply thinking of a realistic
Disappearance is of normal
Sinking quick into the vortex
Of something that is but is not
I believe this one truth of all
That your freedom is essential
Because if your free in real time
You do not need control
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