Lime Poem by Brandon Butler

Limes turn the walls of my mind
Lining every find with dismay
I'm so confined to the walls
So blind lined kisses of my swine

Bright in sight of worlds crushing my tales
Lesson of worth taught to turn souls into ghoals
Set and waited for faith to fulfill
Lost still in the bass line my mind fills

Rocked in cradles filled with raddles and charms
Conned into feasting the reaps of blind
Sat in the nature of flock so brave
But listed in the sands of blind

Stopped to write the tunes of my sense
Blocked by the sense of other not here
Backon my space to domains of ill

I rot in sense to bigger things then left field
fields of greens and golds of better feast the metal
feasting on the senses of life before this worlds pain
senses of life beyond the pain that lines my walls.