where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“When I first met him, he was far from the man I know him as now. For you see, others who also did not understand him, had chased him for many days from their village, through the woods, and into the place I called home. He was weak and dying.....”
Miracle miles on the last leg of a whisper, you see the stars but ignore the purpose, we sing songs lost of meaning, a winters smile that hides the darkness of the deceiver, my call alone sounds like a silent tear drop, I crave. we crave, forgiveness of a drawn on lie, we crave, I …
Consideration given to the respective parties, formation of a flower, desperation of the follower, a plant in a pot, a star in the sky, bitter mistress, wicked temptress, a blood wash, a mirror, we see the scars, while missing the eyes, a doorway, a picture, to the beast that lies inside....
“Sometimes I think you purposely don’t listen to what I’m saying, and you take in just enough words that you think will assist you in not being part of the conversation, but allowing you to seem like you are at the same time.” “Don’t you think that’s a bit rough?”
“Grandmothers stories of the Wiccan. The tree of family, and the bodies buried beneath it.” Patrick hisses in his father’s face. “Her lineage had depleted almost all of the blood, but a plan was hatched, a mirror was cast, and your line was brought back to where it truly belonged.”
“You realise our names will go down in the history books for this, right?” Jensen says as he casts Damien a crooked smile. “No one will forget out names,” Damien replies before they both erupt into unparalleled laughter. “For god's sake, can you two keep those childish jokes to yourselves!”
Mysterious minds lost in the cavalcade of a winters day, tearing away from yesterday, haggard wisdom, notorious minds lost in the darkness of a fog, woe is the words, segregate the sickness, be forward, lesson the load, we are alien to each other, you and I, regardless of the error, my stream, my line, justified …
Within the whispers of world once masked by the breath of a happiness no longer mine, seize the air like it was a moment given not taken, suck the venom from the wound and pleasure yourself to the excitement, separate the mirror from the image and know your reflection is not your own, stop and …
Stagnant in form, pulsating with filth, my depressing life, house build on shit, a rhythmic sensation, pulling out instead of staying in, washed away, across skin made of gold, a beautiful vessel, spit does it hold, my flesh, my blood, my veins pumping hard, a life was I mastering, wailing, weeping, singing songs that remain …
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Stars in your eyes, while the whole world dies, you’ve got a movement, that’s heaven sent, a polished pole, a Russian doll, lighting striking twice, as we roll the dice, heavens moving, hell is spewing, and you’re dancing, while the apocalypse is advancing, the stars are crying, while the whole world is dying, freedom ain’t …
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