Erasing The Circumstances Of The Daily Lies We Tell The World

Twisting my frail form in something malfunctioning, Recognising the glass in the window but not the face, Seeing all my mistakes for what they truly are, Evolving into the next movement, Revolving on the merry-go-round formed from lies believed, Dying slowly as the sickness inside eats away, Synchronising the hands of time with that of …

A Man Made Out Of Clay

Through these blind eyes I now see, Cover me in thorns, Bleed me dry, Sacrifice never knowing, Sacrifice the truth, Let everything unwind as my kingdom falls down around my feet, A disposed king without subjects leading to live again, Learning what truly defines who I am, Not who I was, Was that ever me? …