where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
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 …
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 …
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…
An emptiness broken, an unknown open, a doorway spoken, words misspelt, steps misplaced, a travelling circus full of monsters, a theatre of penance, a mask to hide beneath, my sins not my own, my mind not mine, an uncontrolled whisper, a shadow unknown, my ferry ride to the other side, my coins over my eyes, …
Symphonies of deception, bathed in the light of a beautiful heart, yet you’re not there, you left me without a soul, you played a game lost down the path of no return, the wheels moved, the cart rolled forward, we moved together, in different directions, not as one, the sky cried, the light died, lunacy …
Own the beast of wanting needs, see the simpleness of the want, desires fulfilled, darkness release, I wanted the dark to be my home, I filled it up with everything I had become, but he light still called me, the brightness of who I was meant to be dared to shine through, I bathed myself, …
Anger over the thought, I see the systems in place, a vile disrespect, disgusting in its wanting, harrowed in the same way a knife digs inside the flesh, peel it back and see me breaking, peel it back and see me unbecoming, the light is white but not hot, the sand is cold but cuts …
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
K Is Silent k Is SiLeNt K iS siLENT kIsSiLeNt
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