A triage of thought
Stripped down to syllables
Each character, each letter
Every word
Cataracts, in a doll's eyes
Coded into dialects, diverging vernacular
Duality intrinsic
Stitch me together
Yet I fault you
For even trying
Cataracts, in a doll's eyes
Silhouettes, that destroy themselves
Equally stalemated
In the opposite direction
And to this tower of babble
I pay homage,
To rape the senses.
I fall short
Into emulsion scratched
Have a good look now (Bats)
Because both sides match
Stripped down to syllables
Each character, each letter
Every word
Cataracts, in a doll's eyes
Coded into dialects, diverging vernacular
Duality intrinsic
Stitch me together
Yet I fault you
For even trying
Cataracts, in a doll's eyes
Silhouettes, that destroy themselves
Equally stalemated
In the opposite direction
And to this tower of babble
I pay homage,
To rape the senses.
I fall short
Into emulsion scratched
Have a good look now (Bats)
Because both sides match