Analysis of The deceased Deuces

Love is my bodily infirmities or am I just about here sentimental
merged in the airline occidental
Of relationship good I wasn't counter offer
 it sower pounds for not my mental health
Yet I wasn't born sure from those fetfully felt,
undrowned through the bowel of mercy crowned at the doors of judgement
Saddened seems and wearied under the furrowed by the cloutless firmament

Need to paused a while to hear the echoes echeloned my thoughts on the couch prepared nights
The Deuces fight still, I and darkest fear into whites anticipation
Mind as if rovering along the dark sly sky wished to be mixed and falls
Asking if we died already
As we boarding up the auto aerospace
I knew the Devils advocates my heart off the sight am wisely heady
Sucked up I fell the sore glaze

This worries ain't for my immatured me thinks my mind lightly uncurried for it
Gripping by the fear wishes I never knew
Unemblazoned me a real dress azured blues
I know my death I weighed my words of no count
but no affection upon world I left.