The cosmos is merciless
The kingpin of duress
The quill on the script
The drug that causes the trip
There are no exceptions, you’re expected to dance on beat

Another coffee husked afternoon to add to the pile
Wasting time re-writing the same lines everyday
He wants to push past, write something that’ll last
But when mind and the sword don’t align
The loop starts its never relenting swipes
Stuck like VHS, feels like an unwelcome caress

Starts to write about the birds chirping in the trees
Another line about her expensive smile proceeds
Wants to write to make the world better
But look, yet another line about her crystal eyes
About the majesty of her thighs
Her cutting sense of humor
Her child heart
Cool clothes
Unending tallent
Think im being unfair? Well remember who’s holding the pen

The cosmos is merciless
The reason you regress
The strings in a marionette
The assassin of your alphabet
You have no choice in the things you scribe

A classic sonnet, a Blake competitor
Both out of your reach if you bite your tounge
Your hearts aflame; supernova, cos this story isn’t over
She’s got tabs on you, they have tabs on you
The entire populous with eyes have tabs on you
Your life’s consumed, unless romance blooms

Art can only dely so much
Life’s creeping on you
Put the pen down son
Doomsdays comming your way

Sebastian Noël