Bluntness

There's no heart in no faint solution There's no last, just a pulse that again now fades away Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition (the odds and evens of a present pain) Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant It's this step down I built Ruled in self rules It's your lifetime's point The stage in a blissful pain, Just a stage Recall your cyphered bluntness, For which you were meant to please. Dragged out by a milliard thoughts, It took your time to turn to me. All in all, all's to be lost, To travel down within the coil. Frailty, misconception, A lost strifle in a season's end. It took your time to turn to me.