Heart-istry

Just leaving a moment in deliberate corruption,

Given an opportunity to sign the contract with the devil,

but it melts through and shows the condition of you,

An answer to then be questioned in a matter of Pre-planning,

disintegrate the unknown unless you agree with your own tactics,

If the history was now,

Having four eyes ventures me to the norm,

not swallowed by the freaks of design,

Seeing many damaged particals even the ones you don't know exist,

you are the wrong ones you just don't dream,

bleach away your atoms would bring a whole new definition to pleasantries,

The four eyes visualise what you truly are,

Living is the new way of death, 

As it digests the pray,

lost within false communication,

what heart-istry is this?

They're swimming with the sharks now,

shredding all mis-conceptions,

Damage the equation it doesn't do no wrong,

Backwards blood vessels don't secure the future,

Only my secret heart-istry that my four eyes nurture.