my stolen skeleton

Fear of its existence so you will miss it

A path that I was forced to commit

Wonderous words that you never said

Still, I hear voices that conquer death

Counted minutes crush my success

So, I commit crimes but never confess

I can’t let go of what’s deemed relevant

And I’ve ignored every specialist

The persona of a disturbed delicate

Marks the grave that ate my elements

But they already took my stolen skeleton

This is a different type of intelligence

Play with music as an experiment

My only known face is now irrelevant