Over cultured, under knowledge, I soak the good stuff, in my undergarments, stinking of substance, dying of sin, my name is nothing, my world asunder, land to the left, sky to the right, behind me an earthquake waiting to snap, I’d scramble before me, if I cared to give in, soulless, guiltless, I wanted to see, I waited, insanity wanting, worshipping me…
I ask you for wisdom, you give me fandom, lost in the void of cries, I struggle to swim, the sea it swallows me, devoted to devotion, lost in the swell, never a name I can tell, worship the light, hold tight, for the devil is deep, the hole is long, weather forever, alone all along, strike down the summit, take back the moment, power to the picture, stole in its grasp…
Haggard was the words used twice, forgotten yet now, you saw me naked, I gave a moment shined in the sun, open the top of my skull, find it empty, yet find there some, I was not sure, yet sure was me, window shopping, the fragrance of the sea, my frog had hopped, the ship was sunk, black wickedness was coming, as the sun set, running, hillside and free…
I said it was okay, yet never did it sit well, the fragrance of the smell, it yielded naught but got some, I asked the question out of order, the words were wrong, the time was right, look and see, sever the sea, wash the wizard’s beard, and free the inside of me, pleasure to infinity, but less beyond the door before, behind the pony I saw…
Steal the light that made me see, the last in line, was the first to be free, we rode a road that gave me insecurities, designed by the flow of nothing more, witness the worms as they eat the flower, I gave the mile, but the mile was too short, meter by meter, the devils cohorts, they gave me a pinch, they spoke in tongues, the ending was mine, the desire was done, stained sheets, salty to taste, it cut through the ice, my yellow golden god…
Sickness was the soulless way he bed the maiden, withered in his ways, destined in his motions, I wanted to wait, but needed to watch, the drool dripped in streams, the sea waited to see, I opened the devils door, and gave him admittance, partly for temptation, but really for me, the sickness was the soulless way he bed the maiden, the soulless man was me…
Wicked worker given fly, the night is darkest when you die, over and under, the edge is wet, a something forgotten, the words not said, I was lonely while the torch shined bright, twisted plans, the devils delight, processed in the foolish field, we struggled, strained, wanted to be more, but lacked the strength, lack the tools, and faced tomorrow, without, on the ledge..
Seven times she counted down, a moment spent, loss, depreciation, design, we staggered the system to mirror what came before, expecting better results, but the tool was broken before it began, trust was naught, fiction was about, we gave the lies too much of ourselves, over worked, under paid, figments of an addled mind we came, not forth, but from within, soak, settle, the end…
Fruits of the loins, we cast asunder assumptions, guessing answers that were easily known, tried and true, yet failed through and through, time is not a loop, and trying once yet to try again is the infinity of it all, wires crossed, legs parted, a sea that spilt before the salt lake parted, we saw the deed, the level done, another mistake, unresolved resolutions, the solution cold hearted…
I spoke the words well before the sound had made them known, stolen kisses taken from the well, unknown that it was what was, peel the flesh back, show the soul beneath, dare to believe the story ends when the lights go out, for that they call gestation, growth within the spinning ball, open, peer past the windows empty, and see the reflection out side the mirror, see the truth, while seeing yourself…
Secrets are dancing around the sun, as the candy man comes offering his wares, wicked are his way, a world not like its picture, catfishing the galaxy, lies told and trust broken, we see the error yet don’t change the course, open the eyes of a mankind lost in the value of paper over souls, we tremble with the plates, as the world swallows us whole, and there is no reprieve, for we are, we are…
Older than the sin of man, the devoted worship, a world gone away, the darkest of day, the sun and the moon, destroy the seat of man, heat up the wetness as it runs, we are the decay, the sea that turns, be a weapon and not a tool, stand tall and upward, show the world we don’t take their sin no more!
A cloud was left unseen, when the screen displayed nothing more or less, open the doorway, close the wicked ways of desperate days, contempt me in the temptation, older than the sun, hallowed in the yesterday, I opened the forgiveness tree and found it bare, we saw the end while we were there, it wasn’t anything special, it wasn’t anything at all…
I sat upon the deck that was still soiled with our blood, the memories cascade one after the other, silence still, my beating heart, chosen was the road taken, but apart.
We sang when we were young, yet it never send enough, a shiny star above our bed, forgiveness in our heart, I saw the song before I heard the words, drifting from high to low without care or poise.
Yet still the sin followed me, never left my side, never forgave me.
While deep below the waters edge, you lie in deaths peaceful embrace…
There was a moment when the moon was full, that I caught the eye of the demon Purcell, his eyes were wide, runes written across his face, bones freely tearing through his rotten flesh, decaying meat hanging from its head, and as the stench arose to my nose, the demon charged toward my humble form, a leg I lifted, my foot raised high, onward the demon ran, down it came upon tiny Purcell, the moment passed, the demon dead, his body smashed like an avocado on my bread…
Turned down by the winters frost we circled around the head of the dead, a sea like body, crashing against our shores, we never liked the chances given, we knew the stale lies told were our ending, right as we might the hope, bodies dead but running could not be stopped, the sea rose as we fled, covering the sun’s fingers, no hope to be, the shadow fell, say a prayer, find forgiveness for me…
Equipped to handle the lies told, we silently stare, no emptiness, no surprise, a favour once learnt, a mirror floating above the floor, you’d say I was lying, given fly, wasted, withered, we die, a perchance to be, utter those words in the dying days, see, there Is no more, there is no me…
Take a stand of the devil’s hair, line your coffin, prepare, the star is setting, the moon is one, a work of angels, the deeds undone, a fugitive in the world below, herald callings, trumps blown, half the halls of elderly drones clutching oneself, molesting, higher we go, lower the hands go…
Fragrance bestowed upon the meadows long, captivated by the presence of the besotted one, haggard in the wisdom, wooden in stance, a dance freely lost beneath the shadows of a virtuosic soul, recall the words, step to the left, whisper her name and see the game begin…
Poorly liked, kept behind, weeded out, a joke, no doubt, the darkest days, the loudest shout, impressions given, my criticism towards myself, sea breeze blowing, a gently breath coming, silence my becoming, tomorrow we see the fortunes as the war of many, becomes the kingdom of one…
