It's the need to be truly rhetoric.
To fall and rise
and let fate despise.
To be inebriated
and constantly sedated
self-obsessed traumas completely unrelated
yet simple verse finds a meter unprepared
words Id rather keep in than share
for with each sigh, a wound lies to the wind bare.
Keeping the glow, the hue all in
they say it will ride me through the sin.