Saint(z) – Wrapped In Words

Pitchforks at the ready AS destiny holds court, 5y5t3m@1cally destroying forts built to hide providence, P(oint)ing figures persecuted resistance to the turmoil(z) of times wicked hand, wave(ing) at forevermore, dwellING in the cave built on the edge of what tomorrow can never see, for YES(terday) proclaims ownership of today....

Washing Across A Wave Of Stillness – Wrapped In Words

Insecure realities mixed with fractured violations of ones inner self, misguided fluctuations within a greater sphere of independence hidden deep inside corrupt constitutions, believers shown the truth of their failed beliefs, haters given the power of an iron fist, life saturated across their cheeks, drenched in the seaman of life that’s emptied upon their almost …

Sickness Of The Wicked Princess – Wrapped In Words

Disemboweled catchphrases hanging from my tongue, stripped of authenticity, stripped of rightful fun, we wickedly weave frustrations through the needle's eye, when all we have before us is a guarantee to die, sophisticated deceptions, lies painted as the truth, we don’t even see our darkness, until it’s displayed before our eyes..

Winter Is Not To Be Mistaken For Tomorrows Yesterday- Wrapped In Words

Sip from the cup that made the cinder dance upon the skyline of tomorrows unending touch, for within the glory of what can be is the desperation of what we need, searching for that impossible something we cannot have or see, yet always yearning for its completeness even when we don't understand what it is, …

When The Plastic Is Torn And The Mould Grows – Wrapped In Words

Thrusting vertical compressions against a stone slab made of forgotten sources,  veracious sicknesses wanted for your skeptical monsoon, a blistering storm of nothingness taken from within your bitterness, while I gave you something worthy to say, I took away everything else you ever needed, I submerged everything you ever were in a foothill of mud, …

Telltale Signs Within The Wrapped Dressings That Cover My Broken Soul- Wrapped In Words

Fissures crack open in the shell that once was solid, broken visions, scares upon scares, who was I to be this man, who am I to see this pain, a vision of denial, a separation of church and state, forgiveness and damnation, forgetfulness when I release I am late, no time, flights of fancies, restoration …

Seething Wickedness Seeping From Within – Wrapped In Words

Considering the focus of denial, we stepped forward, blood running down our faces, chemicals burning our flesh, we were becoming, we were ascending, destiny was within our grasp, like a golden ring, promised from the gods,  then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us, but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that …