like a sustain pedal when i put my foot down the chords resonate. a minor, a little diminished a chip off the old block. writing lines that could only puppet my point but i’m not going to just say it out loud. after this digress i might actually talk. ill try my best. i cant hold a good monologue with out rhyming. like i’m using puzzle pieces to depict what could be said. pieces of a mirror. to see your self in ink, but the words are thick. and i bleed through the script. staining the table upon writ.