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Even though their all stunners
they wish that they were younger
screaming unknown from their eyes
seeking tomorrow for late lies
their sipping fresh from reality
lips slipping sweet normality
chained to the mirror of yesterday
they sing for the sweetness of morality
back to untainted pipe dreams
back to their souls of fresh seams
if their pipe was for dreams,
now its filled with the devils green
tainted by crimson; it is here we will wait
among the grove of serpentine hate
for our lovely bones will soon dissipate
& reveal our tattered souls too late.
so we wander astray in our earthbound state
but were drowning in crimson; it is here we will wait.
she's like a tear on a page, rigid beneath a microscope
beaded through single-minded chaos; trapped on a thread
this unbending composition becomes morbid preoccupation
contradicting the simplicity of what she should be; beautifully
sewn through the steadfast canvas
rendering to faded satisfaction..
when the recurring whisper is so hell bent on destruction
and the time to persevere becomes a strand of twisted woe
her composition entangles love and lustful action
her soul is encased in a coffin of velvet snow
the light brushes mournfully to absorb the crowning reaction
truths river so wistfully dances to her melting song
when the recurring whisper becomes a scream of bruised infraction
from dust stems iniquity where tranquility should belong;
her heart has gone adrift within the souls of right and wrong.
what will become of their souls
striving for the daylight
lust becomes the sun, seeking to ignite
blinded by the chance to change left to right
this is now their souls
clinging to the daylight.
taking orders from lifes sinister retractions
shes misplaced the fundamentals of spontaneous reactions
she fails to see through the cruelness of satisfactions
and screams for a hollow place between walls of rash distractions.
shes trapped in what people find a conquering abstraction.
seeking to hear with her eyes
shes sustaining the quietness of lies
would have been saved
could have been saved
should have been saved
though there's walls, pieced together by frail intent
her pupils trail the bricks, going on to misrepresent
a fraction of faded light is all she can hear
a visual melody her eyes strive to endear.
I am standing
from the branches of this narrative memory
to the lost simple mindedness of your essence
that feeling, numbness they call it, brushes its watery vines
against the skin of my heart.
I am standing
not far from the edge but close enough to comprehend
close enough to feel the chill breeze dragging its remorse
i am lost somewhere now, in the ocean of your mind
tossed into the core of this memory, crooked and torn;
upside down and backwards.
i am drowning.
the rain crawls down the skin of her face
like vines taught to grow in reverse
as if these drops were a bittersweet curse
and travel to find the earths faint inverse.
like a landmine their reaches to reality were blasted away by the condescending lines to forever and above; what should have been wasn't and what was shouldn't have been. clambering to the top of discernment, she leaped for a thread of intrinsic perception through the undeniable declination of pure train of thought. the synopsis of life expected was obliterated within the spoken word of these inebriated concepts. welcome to the land mine.
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