I question myself on a point of my health

All my reasons are shaking and trembling

The words they make sense in my head but crumble as they’re spoken

My reasons my thoughts all seem

To get caught up in tangles

They come out disjointed

There’s a tune in my ear whispering

Yet I hear another story whimpering

My eloquence fades as it travels in rays

Only spoke it to give you sunshine

Words and phrases lets loose in blurts

Just the surface of what I’ve been saying

If you hold my hand then you’ll understand

The heat of our skin puts them together

Snap back into place held by wires, I place

My soul in a dead lost language, I shrug

And you give me new strength from afar

Got a feeling, the meaning’s been conveyed

I trust in my hands, trust in my feet

Word’s footing and purchase has stumbled and fallen

Against the rough stone of the wall I tumble

And move with a crawl to the meaning that I’ve been intending

Fallen men dance with treasured souls in our dance halls. The content and criminals burn through floors while the painters and soldiers loop-de-doo. We are the haven of shattered dreams brewed and seeped in desperate pleas to find something beautiful and true. The sense nonsensical and boring baseline a barely contained titillation over flowing with fantastic cries and moans of ecstasy.