Blind the face from the sun

Dial it back to block the time

Avoid the bell: chime

Hard to make away--run

I talk to myself just for the fun

Behind the face another sees

Expressed beneath another be

Alive to self trapped in ninth

Hell angles fall fired

Taking the job from back alley-ed flier

Try-hard, to myself sometimes a liar

Each step in life tripping fuel to the fire

Take a bit to see flames--Crowned sire

My words abstractions of what he claims

Never a public crier

Retrospect brings mental wrecks

Avoid the crash and inhale cash

Seven to the day that turns to check

Turn to food?-no rather bet

On another mask

Or someway to refill--heat evaporate

The liquid fuel to repeat the process

Repaint the mask or refill the flask

Someway to live astray from myself this day