The tarpaulin on your head reveals it all.
Alas, sail me out to the open sea.
An eldritch screech I hear from afar.
Completely platonic in my admiration.
To instill courage I shall institute this feeling.
Be the carrier of awful news,
Intake the surrounding and in an instant; return.
Standing strong is how you will find me.
Like an i; without the tittle, it wouldn't be the same.
Like matted hair; twisted and tangled.
Enervate, to a point, is how you'll find me.
But in this all I; only I will be standing tall.
I will enslave every last one of you.
You will be the prisoners of my soul.
To you; I will seem flagitious.
And to me; this is how I want to be.
Futurity can only tell what I will become.
Shall I be hypnotized by your flamboyant actions,
or will the jangled voices be more than I asked for?
I will maunder right on by; But, in the end......
Standing strong is how you will find me.
