Dip your dark quill into a vast ink draw forth anomalies to make me think drink in the night just to spew it back in a shape unfathomed by those that lack those eyes which see and know to burn and bring form to lessons aptly learned come the dawn I'll wonder at deep words if your voice in the dark was truly heard
Now I'll live separate and must learn to lie still the days all drone on, yet I've no time to mend I gather some semblance of what once was my will and I use it to journey toward the light at the end
a stumbling drunken stupor through the alleys of my mind alone is what I chose, alone I'll watch the time a starving sense of hunger as the pains of tooth take hold alone I had been born, alone I will grow old a slow lament for old ways as madness takes my hand alone is where I live, alone is who I am
Poetic injustice leaves you full, of impromptu injuries when pulling the wool, as if everlasting enemies claw at your eyes, for these prophecies weave broken dreams leaving you blind, dark as winter mornings the dagger sharply twists, you whisper paltry warnings and offer up your wrists, to morbidly seek comfort as if death can conquer pain, but all it does is transfer to those that still remain
The thin man grasps at straws to fill up his own holes while the old man sleeps to dream, of days he used to know the straw man wants himself back, from one who's known the void the small man wants only credit for the things that he's destroyed
Bloodlet in a paper cup, my chalice has been broken one that spills and fills right up when sanguine lies are spoken half forgetting where I was, the path was long and winding she asked me why and it's just because the breadcrumbs seemed worth finding but please don't lose that special one, the smile within the locket for the darkest night has just begun, and you'll need light in your pocket when once I fell, you picked me up and dusted off my chalice but now your words just trick me up and fill my cup with malice
He dreams of night lines while many moons pass she cries for lost time she had spent way too fast he lovingly wonders as cold fingers spill sand at one twisting in sorrow that she cant understand he awaits the day this burning will fall into place but chemicals at night time reconstruct her face she's known many dreams but loved his the most and so it seems time would see fit to torture them both
My eyes tell the stories my lips dare not speak of uncertainty and doubt, but perception is weak my face hides in smiles and the world in jest but in truth, many burdens lay heavy on my chest my love is just a shadow, reflected as if by glass for it like all that lives, if given time will pass my blood goes on in children, so the future is bright I will wade through this pit, to see them alright
If my words could burn a hole, I'd aim for your heart, though if by chance you have a soul, it would be as good a place to start, so I sing my laments for the warm rain, though with this spirit in my body there is a chance, to purge all the doubts from my brain, and wake up on clear skies just to dance
Are you but a shimmer a glimmer on the lake are you truly colder do you smolder for my sake are you really hollow or shallow like you said if you're only guessing stop messing with my head
I dance under stars and with the wolves sing, spend all night by fires and the warmth that they bring, and the moon just an echo of the days sweet light, leaving egos blinded by clarity of sight, the people that pass are friends to us all, their voices carry onward unhindered by walls, though all men are different for whatever it's worth, make your home in the city but my bed is the earth
I went on a journey six star systems deep and wound up in some twilight world without any sleep just child like wonder, my third eye scanned the night while ever present lumen shifted in my sight my mind out on the ocean and body on the shore I rearranged the constellations just like they were before aware of all these changes I brought within reach my pocket full of serenity tranquility and inner peace
if the bright sky was your idol I'd try to tear it down if you laughed only in whispers I'd just ignore the sound if your body was a temple I'd surely desecrate it first if your mind became enlightened I'd remind you of thirst if you willingly discarded all that we once had well I guess it's plain to see that I'd be pretty mad
If your absence burned my stomach like your eyes do then I'd take you back and beg you not to go it feels so tragic trying to live the way that you do each day spent forgetting wishes that I know now it hurts just keeping busy like your hands do and it scars my mind to dream of what's unreal but I still cant kiss off pain the way your lips do so I'll just leave it there for someone else to feel
The wise ones will clamor for a place at your side you'll rule with an iron fist and use history to hide the weak ones will love you until the end of your reign before all power's usurped the sanctioned deal in pain though soon to be a memory on a stinking heap or unknown to all posterity just edit and delete
I am death, breaker of men, rider of winds, shade in the glen, I am deep, I rise like tides, when owls call, another dies, for I am time, I crumble walls, I span the aether, and take whats mine
Where are the whispers that graced my ears Where are the songs that soothed my fears Where are the raindrops on skin like silk Where now are all the others of your ilk Where are the fingers that traced my spine Where are the eyes that once held mine Where are the hearts that together did weep All lost between the contrast of awake and sleep