Homengym

Flair, flare,

and light the way with style; I see polka dots burn into hot spots, of lightly frayed what if what nots.


Stair, stare,

just let me rise without your eyes tripping me, pass on the pipe and we'll both see what you're giving me, stitch my patchwork please continue as it's meant to be.


Steal, steel,

our temperted time taken in a blaze, as it leaves my soul and drips my passing pain, our industry tonight in smoke is plain; to build this temple of inhale.


Night, knight,

the darkness settles beneath my heavy shield, the sun eclipsed with caustic body might, I yield;

desire my flair I see tonight with steel, I feel the water drip, I pray it's real.