Excellent, intellectual impediment, dissolve my past sediments
Freudian sentiments tell me to avoid my last testaments
Biologically I'm brainless. Though psychologically, I'm ageless
Met Death and named it. I'll show you the faithless eyes of the faceless
All life I've been skeptical. Infinitesimal storms within me: bright and electrical
Torn because each rose has a thorn. Though I just continue to witness the light spectacles
All life's thrill's technical. Though, a trifle more complex
Because I've been subjected to survival cycles from the preliminary onset
Residuary objects show me "Why the Caged Bird Sings" so constant
Burning pride, it won't admit that it's worsening by the moment,mourning for the conflict