it's a snow storm rapping in my old form snowflakes looking like a locust swarm need to focus more locked myself into a psych ward art on the paper in my room it's where my eyes are speaking metaphorically melatonin, mockery i'm in need of quantities of drugs like a pharmacy.. stock piling, cobalt stop hiding looking for a line, like i'm coke rock mining cold white island where the snow fall silent imma need a woman like a sailor with a siren speaking as odysseus would y'all oblivious to the severity of missing the truth ... true