Proverbs Of Thy Masters Eternal Son – Wrapped In Words

Birth (death) is a deception forged (CREATED) in a suffering of subdued rhymes gifted with invisible numb3rs lost within thr33 broken panes of glass that tear flesh with delights of a r3dn3ss juicy and free flowing from a skin once untouched by the dirty hand of the sickness that slithers within this grotesque shell I …

IN(sane)ITY for(LOST)gotten – Wrapped In Words

Gritty teeth filled with sand, your voice like a razor blade across a car door, scrapping the rust of countless moments before, SANITyfied with this 3ndl3ss profanity of life, staleness of wickedness, torch(es) held for wavering moment lost (but not forgotten), simplicity of all, nothing, everything, a like for a wink, this is not what …

(wickedness) Single Lens (SEE ME) – Wrapped In Words

Please see my sign(s), resort to FOrgiVNess, savage is the end times of what I once called (what I still call) my paranoia, see the flesh fall, witness MY RESSURECTION that is hidden in plain sight, force your eyes OPEN, see salvation in the eyes of those already damned (myhandsalreadyholdtheirsinswithinitstight), don’t feel for me, don’t …

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, …