Adrian Somerville - Flowers bloom but then they blemish (produced by Proph 1)
produce yield flourish thrive/self abuse music fuses loose ends with useless cries/for help on deaf ears to glow with warmth/from the inside out, inner restin that's what we need right , testing one self is what we need light/ exit one self to try and fix sight, i'm like writing my wrongs/ singing these poems like songs while living to diminishing the perfection of me, that aint living but dying alone, left coast willing i'm at liberty to show strength/killing time with the best, with no rimes to reflect hope/close knitted a jumper that does'nt fit so i jump and skip to keep warm i'm ripped torn away from me/ c, b, a, i'm going back to the start to see... this pain taken away depart/from myself to see a baby in my reflection, maybe comprehension's not apart of this situation, (I guess I’ll be taking it slow...)
flowers bloom
but then they blemish
flowers bloom
confused they grow (confused they grow)
nomadic i dream panic filters in, i just wanna rise and swim to the surface where the light sits i smile within/ from one west to another the future's golden/an interesting tale of two different lands but both were stolen/hands broken, plans frozen, mouth open shut/im closed for the winter left looted lost confused and stuck/i feel the love but...i feel myself worn/i struggle in this shell of mine defined by my inner storms/progression of one self turning off, these lessons never learnt, tossed, into this ocean blue i've turned lost under my skin the cost is engraved, impaled, intake, my failing ways so i pray to no god i take/all of this shit in my stride and try to ride this wave alone/a quick fix aint the option crawling under stones/ and rocks in hospital clothes hospitable lost minerals slowed/down for the count, out for yourself, in for the fear, i guess is way too heavy here, but i will be right here when your ready...dear adrian somerville, it know it ain’t clear or defined but it’s apart of personal growth…open your mind but don’t keep those eyes closed
Lost in the middle of this riddle called myself my physical and mental seem as one stunted growth…are good and bad the same and if they are then what’s that make me the person that I hate to see reflected are my ghosts
flowers bloom
but then they blemish
flowers bloom
confused they grow (confused they grow)