I need words to flow out in an endless stream of possession.
To represent myself in a way no one can ever do.
My self-expression relies on the power of speech.
Built upon the foundation of my sinewed thoughts.

I need words to lunge at the heart of the beholder.
To drill their unwavering truth into that faculty of consciousness.
My success relies on edifying judgment.
Built upon an identity existent through battle and direction.

I need words to burst out in flames of menacing turmoil.
To unravel these fettered chains around my soul.
My pride relies on the gratifying satiety of it.
Built upon a world consumed by experience and the prospect of freedom.

I need words to punctuate this disease of mine.
To relieve the tenacity of controlled authority.
My knowledge relies on a symbolizing reality.
Built upon the proposition of characteristic individualism.

I need words to find the light within.
To bring life to the pursuit of subtleties and memories.
My victory relies on the order of scattered wits.
Built upon the objectifying scheme of revived bliss.