Tag: tell me

Let your violence be passive, as the hole opens below, to swallow your soul, to swallow you whole, a figment, a mirror, an image lost in the diluted waters of a what was, a never could be, foresee the forever, but don’t see me, for I am the father, and you are the lies.

Mistakes turned around as if deliberate, mystified by the design that was given to the shield my eyes created, why see when the blind feel more than we ever will, forgiveness of a sin it taken, you ask for the skin, you take the flesh, within the eye, let the scum run, before you we all are, before you we see, before you, there were those that mistook the foundations of a forever, into something forsaken.

Mucus filled moments, etched in the plasma of blood stolen from your sack of gold, a still beating heart, not beating at all, I surgically removed the cause of the pain, mirror image pictures, crayon lines taken up my nose, a doorway, a window, a sweet sympathy underneath my soul.

Harmonica whispers in the darkness, a magical enemy, a story told as old as time, we look at pictures of how we once’s smiled, a handheld, a look, your eyes before they cried, the never after that comes after the forever, we betrayed our younger selves, we broke the promises they made, time heals, time breaks, time takes, and never gives.

No matter what they say, not all pain heals over time, some of it never leaves your mind, some of it’s never over, the pain begins to define, it begins to take a shape of its own, birthing someone new at the end, someone you don’t recognise, not all pain is healed over time, not all pain is yours to find, because in the end, nothing heals, like the end of time, nothing heals, like the ending you decide to find

Hidden in plain sight, you left me broken and defused, my anger wasted on the wall when it should’ve been your face, longing looks past moments, a whiteboard eraser on my mind, a whimsical whisper painted in pain, a text message too late, a broken window, a hurt inside that can’t be described, nothing shows the age of time, when the rust sets in, a forgotten memory, a wish lost, a dream to find.

What ya gonna see when the blood runs cold and your flesh begins to rot, heavenly intentions with a cold margarita yet there’s no alcohol in that, mouths feeling a little bit funny, shit stop tasting like honey, same old mess is not filling my tummy and now I don’t have a lot of money, freak show, hell no, gotta go,  it’s all fucked up from here,  why do ya think they put you six feet under,  cause your flesh is falling off,  it’s a crude device that got wrapped around your balls,  and no one thought about it twice,  come over here and I’ll show you some fucking,  designer shoes with a little bit of something,  shoes string,  pants belt,  whatever I can use to hang myself has been taken away from me…

Masturbate my intent, forbidding losses of unimaginable pain, I suffer to reside what could be, yet rescinded what was, a light born of nothing more than need, turned a desire into hate, substance for those who belong, stifled breaths, yearnings bathed in the acids of another’s sweetness, their stink permeates through, wisdom gained, journey lost, my growth forgotten, my winter lost…

Within the soil beneath your feet lies the sins of modern man, a bathing of ritualistic needs and wants, belligerent, befalling the cross of another’s beliefs, do not judge, when you are incapable of judgment, for the stone in your hand, is a sign of your deception, shielding your lies with my pain, prophesies are taken, lives are never forgiven, see me fly as you realise, I am in heaven, and your heaven, is my hell…

Engage me, don’t segregate me, witness the failure, through the eyes of the destroyer, a gentle calm, a sadness lost in the acted feelings, frustration a figment of overzealous imagination, a machination of purposeful moments, stacked upon the last, with some last lost past, hidden, given, moments…

I looked for hope in the eyes of the endless, only to find lies that were relentless, a sin within the deceit, your deception worthless, a fraction of what was and could be, a dead bird at your feet, open the wings, let the maggots in, as a nagging, strikes deep, like a knife in the face, a clot in my hand, open the door, and test the was no more…

Power to the spoken word, let it burn through your lips as it earns its wings, you want the width, but can’t handle the girth, Your plight might be worthless, your eyes may be blind, Jupiter rising in the north, an arm of justice, a husk of hate, cunning lies, too late for goodbyes…

Pretty perfect pictures, a dream of lies not told, a mechanical boy, with a heart of a dead soul, oil pumps clean, playing the role of a real toy, like the dildo in your drawer, waiting to sink into you once more, playing with your twisted mind, while you sit upon the throne of jealousy, built for one…