Trep Net

I know what's real My only seal is Stuck inside my candlelight Burning away This torch of my soul It's grievances are full And all I know is that my heart Captures this old waste And turns it to a paste And rectifies the ways that the tragic slice is bearing off of Carbonated waste This smothered life I live That's underneath my bridge Picturing my paintings of a Purifying gift I gave myself into this past Tragic under which old path? Candlelight on witches blast Salem underneath his wrath Satan and a kissing pass Written by the lifted crash Snowy underneath his brass Death inside a spiral path Candlelight, unshaken nazz What's to tell me what is laughter Seen inside a broken ember Lost inside the giant slumber This is what I put me under Sleep until I wake asunder Tragic spell I'm sleeping under Locked away like spoiled lumber Rotting underneath in slumber