... I stand surrounded & hounded with peers I've known for years ...
But each day I wander home to my Grandmother's unyeilding tears
I shovel my fears so I can inhale the stale poisen from my boy's an'
... Uphold my riddled poise above the clouds of toxic ridden joy's ...

... I choose to ignore family & embrace the falsity that follows me ...
... But my path of abstract fata morgana hallows me till I'm distrait ...
One night in mid November I can remember walking through the den
... Stalking my talking guardians in this hovel terminous I reside in ...

Upon there departure I see my dying grandfather abeyant in a chair
... Undoubtedly unaware of me gazing seemingly without care ...
I see it again, as I've seen before, that puzzle labeled on the table ...
... One look before I go out again to persue my nightly technique ...

... As I get closer and slightly squeeze tightly and drop to my knees ...
... I gazed altogether dazed in that puzzle's keenly lit median ...
... verily what I saw was Lucifer's time peice & me meeting him ...
That night I went out hastily, shaken. Was I mistaken, was that Satan?

... I've conquered obstacles with opticle you could never fathom or guess ...
Head held high I stride ahead leading a life of alleged moral ambiguity, stress
Fluently deciphering all of the Pi Piper's crucial entirety seemingly introduced ...
As I perish in torment from the torrent of clues the Jigsaw's Mirage produced.