Flightless Delay

Blood on the highway and all that is mass can be fueled and formatted and shattered like glass.
Babies in bellies can billow and borrow and no not the troubles of trying and sorrow but fill up their eyes like they seemingly say that the clock's ticking fast so hold on to the day
Fill up the hours with waking retreat in the dreamlike division discarding your feat and relax by just knowing how far is no tide that can spill for you like your own customized ride
Hell in your hands is the wicked old saying that illustrates burdens from games you are playing so Blink twice for answers and clap to inquire but tear up for water and laugh to make fire
Seething will warn me and flight wont convey if the blinding reminder is far on it's way.
Miracle madness can turn in your favor and wake by your seamless regard that won't waiver
If nothing but nights full of priceless decay
it's a wish full of wonder in flightless delay