These tinted windows seldom seem innocent...

What we would give, just to get a minute?

Venues change, but never exchange

any one thing for a stimulant.

Reflections once revealed a fake feel.

One that used to touch souls.

Isn't it hidden?

forget the mention

comfort or dismissed

either way the tone must remain

the purpose must contain

...built up in this strange,

no this unique way

in which some of us portray.

A secluded state of existence among

those missing an image.

A slight glaze of entrapment tapped in.

The only thing amidst,

is the intelligence of these clueless manipulants.

Silent silhouettes shootin' swiftly,

minus little nights, or big evenings

present in tours

attention made sore

fragile more

power exaggerated

only in the tiniest

minuscule even

generated guidance, eventually meaning

this beautiful thing

of yours, might be nothing

something quite simple isn't it?

except, this isn't tangible

feeling ain't residual

recurring or repeated

the feet in

they mean it

Hour by hour

pace by pace

the advancement...

purest of the process

unknown until you're laced

with all of these building blocks of face

One by one

inch by inch

dare not flinch

consequences devastating...

absolute fight

pushing ignorance aside

for all of the marbles

A mineral at a time

granite and obsidian

carefully structured militia

diamond made from pressin'

isolated incidents...

labeled often misfits

even in completion,

the risk is uneven

To even think about revealing secrets,

frightening are the many leeches.