where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
He hesitates for a moment and looks across the blades edge, “You know this could’ve been but a small hump in the road, we could’ve been better than this moment.” “LIAR! YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN FOCUSED ON THIS MOMENT! YOU’VE HAD NOTHING ELSE BUT THIS AS YOUR END GAME, SO SAVE THE LIES FOR SOMEONE ELSE!” …
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I sinned my name, while you planted trees, I washed the blood away with lies, while you gave life to beautiful things, a song was sung, and dance was done, the wicked weaving of a foolish fraud, perspired inside the dormant beast, lost in sight, given in grief, wished to forget, forgotten to keep….
Worship the whisper, downwards end, a mirror of innocence, signifies the resurgence of a resurrection, disregard the filters of a day done, ignore the call, fixate and facilitate, we are something more, become the inevitable, brake the seed, flex my muscular venom, as it is spewed forth from its den, succulent state, given delusions of …
“I-I-I, I would die for you,” he stammers through lips that uncontrollably twitch with nervous energy. “I know that now.” “Y-Y-You should’ve always have know that, when I promised to love you forever, I did it without hesitation.” Her smile widens and she laughs softly. “Perhaps if I had trusted that promise, instead of doubting …
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Hollow mirrors, waiting shadows, forever misdirected, a flatline, my lifeline, taken in a moment, drawn upon the ill-conceived congratulations of a lie, racing within my eyes, riding the broken lives, moments crashing down, fire cleansing fire, the truth better than the imagination of what was manipulated by those around us, see me stand, see me …
Tell me something new, show me the real you, the person you hide instead, the one you run from, a wave of clarity, smiles void of joy, resistance unhidden, passion forbidden, like the sign of my god, break the mirror, wait, sacrifice the lamb, bring the boiling home, burning my sin away, let the flesh …
“I avoided the totem pole system and took it, like all those that had served in the role before me. To be king, is not by prestige or hereditary, it is by blood and spitfire. This so-called royal blood you claim to have coursing through your veins is worthless if you’re not willing to burn …
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Spectacular symphonies, arranged in flavours, separated by sin, my own shape, missing beneath the flesh, bones dying, blood diseased, a baby crying, while the body fails, the soul grows, travelling, like a wave, back along the line, unit it starts all over, at the beginning again, a perfect circle, the infinity’s tail..
Through blood red tears, I see the shades of grey, the hint of age gone away, reflective surfaces, deceptive traits, a fledgling albatross, the end insight, migraine induced comas, regurgitate moments, flesh, foreboding facts, limits absolved, forgiveness, too late…
Sandford turns with eyes of fire and snarls like a caged animal. He takes a short sharp breathe in through the nose and bares his teeth aggressively as it comes out. “I didn’t think we were going to go down this path again, not after what happened last time. But here we all are once …
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To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
K Is Silent k Is SiLeNt K iS siLENT kIsSiLeNt
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