Plastic Afterglow

This afternoon is wading
This afternoon is far gone again
I stay in pace, quicksand time
Again, this afternoon’s shot down

This afternoon plagues me with a crown
Plastic afterglow
Legions... where they go
Patterns… would not ever show (we’d not ever know)
Fastened to lines
Shadowed the science
Still I’m out of place and so unfit to commandeer these rhymes

Forsake the relapse actions played
Tiptoe the aftermath been made My stolen captions will not fade

This aftеrnoon’s come around
This afternoon plays me with a crowd
Plastic aftеrglow
Lesions, where they grow
Patterns will not ever, ever, ever show