Lirieke: Grade. Miracle Ear.

whispers of sweet thoughts into my ear from the poisonous breath of society glazed and prepared to attract and attack while i'm weakened from the aroma of what could be but which never is and i hear it calling an overwhelming warmth it subtly dances around me can you see it swallow me an imagination of idiocy can you see it crush me the cause of my disparity it's living all over me all i need is it to leave or love me it's all i need can you hear it calling? i can hear it i need it but i don't want it i disguise it and i despise it it's all over me and i need it.