where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
A wasted window, shut not open, broken, deceiving you, while I’m deceiving myself, shadowing the importance of truth, we are the important ones, lost in a cycle, past, present, paternal and maternal, a wisdom not give, a sin held inside, who am I, who was I, words not spoken, silence not broken, my voice shaken, …
We who see and bleed within our hidden shells as we watch and wait, while those who do purposely water the ever growing seed of hate, blindly circumventing the rules placed down by mothers and fathers, not realising how we are making a joke of ourselves and others, a force filled bottle of urine and …
See the dawn shine, as the new day comes, we wish for dreamless sleep, no images in my head, I was alone with me, my pain something not my own, it was shared about, given to everyone who touched her soul, I was not without, I was lost within a sea, look and find, searching …
Let the images become you, as we see the end of the day, falling into a yearning, giving away the change of what was, and letting it become what will be, a difference in thinking, tomorrow is not for us, tomorrow is only for me, yesterday was a memory. today is soon to be forgotten, …
Paganism, youthful wisdom, I saw a hallow man, he gave me three sticks full, I poked them through the mud, I dug up what I thought was clarity, but instead I found out it was madness, your eyes let them know how deep their dick was in, while you mouth worked plentiful hours polishing them, …
Timelines fade away, suffocation here to stay, murder on my mind, slander and lies is all I find, lying in deceitful situations, running out of patience, rebounding hard and slow, words coming to and fro, my question realised, blinded in both eyes, harbour lights, devils' delights, we drink it down, I’m the jaded clown, mirror …
A blade drawn upon high, cutting though the cord that held it up, thy neck removed from the shoulders, the head disconnected from the soul, a fevered dream while awake, satanic playthings, flesh upon dead flesh, sewn on backwards and inside-out, decaying within, like your twisted soul, trapped without hope, headless and alone, the wicked …
Whispers wished upon a plate of overripe food, maggots feeding on flesh, a mirror lost in the dirt below, I saw a devil staring at me, asking which way it was I had to go, a choice not mine but it was given to me, a trust fall, eyes closed, wanting to believe, while everything …
A dream not seen, a lie not mine, withered wisdoms of a silent night, worthwhile moments played out beneath a starlight symphony, rains drops failing from the clouds tonight, a new days dawning, washing away the old, a rebuilding of tomorrow through the pages of yesterday, see the pictures and watch them move, fleeting images …
A former numbness, represented now by a thumping, unrelenting descent into a tomorrow unhinged, tethers lost as the wheels turn, a sail full, thy direction not mine, spitefulness of my pain, I regress, I fall back within, a blackened thing, a soiled heart, my eyes not open, my self no longer me…
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