This still life  It looks like  Motion is gaiting unexpectedly  One judgment  Will define  Recycled emotions  Underlined vindictively  Misplaced aggression and a half-hearted smile  Give regret a whole new meaning  Replace transition  With a full lb  Of style  To try and read  What's on  The ceiling  Living in fear of a future this rares denial.  Bringing back the dead  Infected affection  Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle.    We're just left for dead...   This still light.  It looks bright  Showcasing your love on  Filtered, so fair  These judgments  Create criiiiimes.  Forcing the witness eyes  A blank stare  Revolting obsession  The other's denial  Push at the knees before kneeling  No definition  Not even worth wile  Apart from forgetting living in fear  Of a future that rare's denial  Bringing back the dead  Infected affection  Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle  We're just left for dead...