Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels

Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels
Not denied my eyes
Told my heart to go to hell
That’s what I’d have done
On the surface there’s shine
Polished and forged
So as to showcase
A most lovable lie
Their accolades, yours
As my ears cringe
For there is that shallow, shallow heart
Dulled early
Tilled over
By one finely chiseled intellect
That what fear, I fear to wonder
They can never hear