Erased (Song)

Poem By Leon Moon

No irritance to take for granted
Alone upon white hills I wandered,
Perfectly conformed, acutely deaf
Observing the roundabout of breath;

Chiseled toxic by the outrageous
Boredom and expectation that's less
Than known within the actors

I ad-lib alone in quietness
With nothing but sympathy's envy
The heart of posterity

Snatched, burnt by ridicuolessness
Dictating constant seriousness
Which is worthless until there's a death.

No irritance to take for granted
Alone upon white hills I wandered,
Perfectly conformed, acutely deaf
Observing the roundabout of breath;

There is no direction in my depth,
I destroy any chance of motion
By projecting my own emotion

Unto the fuel of the sky and ground,
The clouds and crows stuck to their own ends,
Harmonised into eachother's backbone,

Reliving the life they've always known
Without taking a step back to breathe
Or creating what they can conceive

— Instead of speaking, I watch and burn
Turning to ash so the world can turn —

No irritance to take for granted
Alone upon white hills I wandered,
Perfectly conformed, acutely deaf
Observing the roundabout of breath

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