Trip.

Some ideal
Some ideal
Doesn't seem real
So I'll keep it to myself
Never release myself
Just a faulty truth
Kept beneath the dirt
Soon to surface soon
Unkept demons
Blossoming
Into nasty black flowers
Down the sidewalk
Something to trip over
And down
Till you're rolling
Into flames
Bursting into space
Never real
Never real
It's a big decision
To tell yourself