A Rembrandt in my Pocket

im out of interaction
my spirit needs distraction
the paint on the walls
like water over falls
running before my eyes
i singsong lullabies
tirelessly admiring each seconds uniqueness
as life is erased beneath my sneakers
my soul discretion
black and white
morality dictation
a blanket invitation
of unbalanced checks and dismembered wrecks
im out of concepts
nothing left
but blinking eyes and the white mans lies
the pavement pounds me
the world disowns freedom and love
the abused sisters of society and sloth
we all breathe in the froth
of fangs dripping and barnacles gripping
hopeless desires given wings of mediocrity
the ceiling is on fire
but we live under the sea
breathing no higher than a mollusc can be
under torture we can only complain
innocuous threats of hatred and distain
a rembrandt in my pocket
id steal your hair to set fire to my rocket
nothing and no one
i am purely a put on
a face to reflect emotions and regret
bottled inside a ship of glass
so small i cant even trigger the cannon
and blast
this is not a disgrace
this is a loveless embrace
a tearful race to the bottom
you cant stop em
they dont care and you were never aware
of how close you became
to being just another laugh track
on a midlevel sitcom of shame