Sky Fits Heaven

D.O.I's Neologisms:

And, here he is. Sitting in uncomfortable silence
The sirens blaring back and forth do nothing to quell the unending violence
Yet, among the tyranny, self-hatred and bigotry, he finds vibrancy.

His eyes kept swirling around, to the back of his neck.
Always in protection mode, as they know what’s coming next.
Another award show that demonstrates that whomever’s in charge has vexed.

Has paralyzed the listening public to the point where we no longer reach for the skies.

But, rather, into her eyes, screaming how could she make the same mistake again, and yet had not realized
That, miles away, someone is wishing to be her
Do the right thing so her two unborn can feed her
Knowledge, self, truth. Lifting this supposed weed curse
So her guiding spirit leads her to be first.

Even though she betrayed him, he wishes for her success.
Cause they’re both livid at the TV, as who won wasn’t best
It’s all going the way of the destiny manifest.
But, this is not his issue.

His disturbance lies in the blood-stained tissues that speak the ill words
“I really do miss you.”
And, if ever more his past life once again becomes an issue,
He can dig deeper. Use his cane or reacher. Once again become the teacher
To show he’s in control. On top of his soul although his dreams are stole.
Remaining the sole, he looks to the sky.
Learning that heaven’s still there for him to fly

To.