Fuck!    Then fall it's you why bend and mend for fruits that won't come undone?  Scathed and unsung!  Because you can abort the bliss cemented with its hands  I've said it once or twice but the follow through  Ain't as savoury for some  I'm severing the tie - the seems I've sown are coming undone  Cold turkey. I'm severing the tie that has severed me so dismal  I have shedded but it keeps on growing back  I've said it once or twice perhaps  with or not enough conviction  I've shedded but it keeps on growing back  It's the sentiment of my entwined regrets  That has left me spent and alone  If I don't get through this if I don't clever it  I fear I might progress  But will it fill me up or seat me up?  I'm considering monk discipline but when?  I'm going monk discipline!  Progression. Sterile this mind I can shape it but it  leaks temptation so vile  This progression carve out of the child and then  replace with the tools that will slum you servile  This monk discipline is in stone  To break my back again  I fold and figure it's wrong  What I am lacking in  Comes down to monk discipline  I can't be more than this I can't be taunt