Beyond Recognition - Crestfallen

Change encounters fall short

Our coincidence no longer foats

Convictions readily ignored

You’re like a postcard in how the scenery shapes your sentiment

And i am right to question your interest

And intent for overnight scrutiny

That kept me in bed

You’re a comedy of errors

Now i won’t shake your hand

Another hallmark greeting

Sodomized by disguise

Pride lies behind closed doors

Promises fucked beyond recognition

I taped over all your mix tapes bearing the wounds of confessions

Time too plan your next attack

Like dying words

This is my defense…

I would rather be despised than praised and trivialized