[INTRO] (Needle drops) (Vinyl crackle) I am Dustin… (Pause) It’s like… It’s like whenever I get to writing… Scribbling an instrument Of vocabulary deliverment… I don’t know Which way to go. I wannabe poetic. Words and sounds Put together so profound They leave readers In a predicament. [BUILD] The goal… Is to lay each letter As if it were a hidden piece To a code of a soul. The letters somehow form words. The words somehow form worlds. The worlds somehow become mirrors. And the mirror somehow becomes… You. [VERSE] A two-part endeavor. Whichever. However. The two never sever. Their love is forever. Enjoyment, not pleasure. But whether it’s better To be with or without her… I cannot seem to shake The hopelessly undoubtful. The shame and the spiteful. The painful and insightful. [BUILD] The ink to a pen. The ink to the skin. The ink that bleeds red Tattooed deep within. Inside out. All over. Screams and cries Weighing like boulders. Shoulder to shoulder With the thought of her. [REFLECTION] Folded. Perfectly molded. Fitted into a best-kept secret. And God told it. Showed it. Blanketed across The eyes of the sky. Day and night. Stars are light. (Pause) Who is her? [BREAKDOWN] A feminine feeling? A fraudulent fighter? Fighting fights Fought further. Fearing fake fate. Whether weight Rests upon wait. Waiting longer Than balance states. (Pause) Whether weight Rests upon wait? Like storms? Or which? Whether of which? Whether it might be… (Pause) Maybe… Maybe that’s why I keep writing. [OUTRO] (Lonely turntable scratch) …shhhk… (Vinyl crackle fades)
