Dicegame – Youth Lagoon

North of your favor
North of your flame
I learned my lesson
Will you learn my pain?
Hand-sculpted posture, statue so plain
There were no doctors
When the flowers came

Lost in tall tales of how it used to be
Can’t you hear yourself speaking?
Bullshit raining from your lips like a waterfall in the living room
You will drown us all

Finally, I accept myself
Flawed with nothing figured out
That’s the truth I’ve hunted for
I tell you a secret
I have plenty more
I have plenty more

Planned for this encounter state
Cancerous in every way
On your way out, burn the door
I tell you a secret
I have plenty more
I have plenty more