Category: Whispered Words

Masked with a mirror that resembles my eye, I see a sickness dying, the living, alive, my mind lost in sadness, my eyes closed too tight, for this tomorrow I now live in, was almost lost to the night, but we lived, we survived, we saw the end come and go, my today is your …

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Their marshmallow feet can’t stop dancing, their soft gently steps can’t stop moving, they spin and they twirl, they leap and they hop, perfection of symbolic symbolism, a pathway, a dance almost done, colours like rainbows, gum nuts and jam, chocolates aplenty, they melt in my hand, happiness is a thought, life is the distraction, …

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Fake freckles used to cover the scars of a forgotten, a whimsical wish, a playful smile flashed before the blast, forgiven, forgotten, a window of memories smashed by the hand of a future unforgiving, watch the time fall as the seas rise, the mirror made not of glass, but of time itself, can you see, …

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Make me substitute the intent of your significance for the lies that are told, wet lips on a dry mouth, closed eyes in the darkness, poised to be the ending we desired, while lost in the story we did not write, intentions withered, a sacrifice of normality, a sacrifice to late begin, a sacrifice, a …

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Let it simmer, let it boil, bring the madness, as the world crumbles, sing my words, sing  or song, rage at the forever, scream at the darkness, keep tomorrow warm in the husk off yesterday, while we live through today, but know this call, remember these words, let it simmer, let it boil, bring the …

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I’m not in love with killing myself, but I’m in love with killing you, sequences given to the imagination of the unknown, a plague from the pages of books long gone, humanity a footnote in someone else’s sun, written on my deathbed, tearing pages from a book of poems, which this is one..

I am beneath the pain I once thought I was above, this today that has come is more than what was once known, yesterday I saw an image, tomorrow I see decay, a world trapped in madness, a sea full of betrayed promises, a moment, a forgiveness, my bitterness flying free, sleep to be free....

Closing in on a sin so real, a precaution slowly becoming a reality, claustrophobia experienced in the open air, a world shrinking, tomorrow no longer there, my stomach empty, a noose hanging before me, my phobia, my sin, a perfect setting for it to all come down..

Take the blame, see the shame, written across the worlds facade, a shiny star, on the setting sun, a dissolving decay, slight of hand, blood on the land, burials, bonfires, lasting impressions, a recycled landscape, where all passengers get off for free, where bitterness is a disease, a your disease is mine as well..

Cheapen the thrill, virus that can kill, sins that make you ill, a earth flat not round, discovered sedation, self quarantine, a world torn apart, mankind fooled by the hand that feeds, a dying seed, a bitter laugh, connections connected, stay, go, sacrifice the start, to save the end...