where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
The story was told, starry eyes stole, fortunes of war, hidden beneath the sands of old, dare do we see, a loss is no win, the glory taken, the life of the king, fashion the shive, open your soul, the death of destiny, the rot of the roll…
A haemorrhage, blisters and pus, cynical membrane, polished rust, we weather the kingdom, to spoil the spiders, suffocating the children, of a tomorrow unseen, a dance you call for, a madness of fortunate beings, ten times in a row, one whisper to know, we see the segment, we see the tickets go, symbol of sickness, …
A walnut brown, twisted frame, hard bodied surfer, semen stains shorts, blisters on the palms of hands. surgical percussion, transgender lies, mythical bathtubs falling from the sky, wanting wisdom, while believing lies, whispered words of intimacy, an exit turned into an entrance, friendships lost, weathered worn, my eyes darkened, forgiveness nevermore….
Dollars for the insults, with pennies for the clowns, a Wednesday worthy of substance, a substance unworthy to be found, hallowed fortress given strength, a watched kettle on the fritz, my name dragged through the sand, a witness gone missing never to be found, your fondness was a virtue, but my blade was too quick, …
A showdown of the former self, wisdom lost in the snow of serendipity, we perfect false realities upon ourselves, hiding even deeper than before, a mirror held before you, a window broken now, eyes are holes we see through, our mouths through lies are told, sin is given like candy, perfection is the painting, life …
When I was a child, who knew nothing of the world, a child of ignorance, a child without care, the world moved forward, and time ticked as well, life became a masterpiece, life became a lie, lost in the ignorance of the child, who is not to helpless to care, struggling as an adult, cracking …
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The door was locked and the room was empty, the woman says she has made her own hair, fill the space with what is lost, whisper in silence for you to see, because you know that it is blind, can I think the same, do you want me to see, when you are already unable …
Within the darkness a deafness starts, regurgitated from a story past, told without the real names said, a deed of dastardliness was performed, piled upon the old and new, buried beneath galvanised flesh, vindictive processes, flatulent and forty, feeble and alone, a mirror masked in indifference, a lie standing within the truth, see the mirror …
Windows to the soul, a twisted road to the sin of who is hiding within, all those dreams I had when I was you, all the images bad and shiny, blackening my door, holding me at bay from the world beyond me, locking my eyes away, the mirror fades, the door unlocks, the sickness of …
Sickness in the lies told, a ghost of the past, a mirror of the child I was, a life lost in those eyes, I gave you my all, and then you left me, you saw me for who I was, a pale imitation, a locked doorway without a key, hide the wickedness, bury the hope, …
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