Molding The It

Cripple clay my invulnerable
Reel the bait inside
Feel it twitching
Kaleidoscope of emotions and insight
Of damn I wish I did right

Remember though Xenophobia my best friend
He cant care of what I mentioned
He’s the one who cares I tried
The interpretation of words say more
Than a language

A tremor of space
The convalescence of recreancy
If space’s the thing we have
Go get it brought outside