Struggle With Praise

Bottled inside
Creeper catches
Shapes broken
Fallen waste
The vision
Idea of elegance
Founder of
Shit
Gaze upon self
Mirror of
Torment
See the nothing
It's not there
Is it?
Well the
Trap pulling
Water
Over our
Heads
Never growing
Shame
Shame is
Born
The needle missed
The target
Foul forgetful
Miss
The penetration
Possible reflects
Again
Inside tomorrow
The sign remains
Same
Broken
Broken
Broken
Boy lost
When
Found
Shaking away
Fear
Remembering
The Dawn of
Someone's
Faded
Experience
Paths are there
Take them
Or lost interest
Bones fragile
As Father walks
The steps
Faith
Loser sect
Control your
Puppets
Torn from the oneness
Of Same
Strangers transform
The dust blown
In breeze
Forgotten
Wandering
Cosmos
Shall I
Be this
Because
Fortune smiles
And others have
None to savor
Why must I
Reach strong
Top of
The
Food chain
Struggles happen
No matter
The skin
That which is
Will always be
Same
Forget
It