Folie

Folie Sep 2018

Flood

Strike me, down. rain upon me and send me sinking into the ground.
Cover me in lies just watch me drown. As you sink there ruining your soul that I found. But it’s empty and falsified as your blood turns to sound. And now you’re spilling words just to watch me drown, and you're sinking, yes you're sinking from lack of sound, you've lost your way and now you're bound
Silence is standing over us with predatory eyes ready to seize your tongue and bury my heart.

Folie Sep 2018

Caged Feather

Never breaking cages in protest or uttering defiant words. And the ones that can fly we call liars and blurred. We flock to given food, independence is a word we've never heard. This cage has me freedom purified, stripped of seeing the sky, hidden from the rest and left. Like I will die. But I will fly. I’ll raze this cage and ascend beyond the islands that trapped us.

#trapped

Folie Sep 2018

Addicts

Liars, addicts, killers and thieves. We all have something, something we need, reveling in the pain as you bleed, addictions planted in your head, planted a seed. Now you’re lying in bed, there's something you need, something to make that itch go, something to give you a show. Something to **** your mind into a slow. Sounds beating your head till you go. Caught in a needle one that you’ve known. One that feels home, one that numbs those pains into stone. But those are unknown, it’s eating what’s on your mind and now it’s over blown, side effects shown, just one more time, no.

#lost

Folie Sep 2018

The Crow at God’s Door

A God’s man once said I’ll turn to gold, I’ll be forgiven for sins when i grow old. I’ll be named a dove when I am a crow, black feathers sheathed in innocence and a ****** to take the heaven’s. Of lies and tales form me a halo and the name of Lucifer.

The final entry
There's so much behind the doors of site.

#halo

Folie Sep 2018

Tyranny

A caged crow locked away in fear of revolution, kingdom’s starved minds and broken dreams only fueling the tyrant’s blade, cut me down in trembling hands and a now ****** soul, sinned within the chapels of innocence. The gates are opening in warmth for its doom for the angels have sinned and the divine are demons.

the second entry

#halo

Folie Sep 2018

Madness Came First To Birth The Heavens

Time freezing these dreams that were flowing along this river of hopes and halos I’m trying to be innocent.
Trying to be a better me.
Trying to be patient but my wings trifle among the trees, trifles in this cage.
Trifles cloaked in beige, trifles I need to fix before this river thaws.
Before I lose it all.
Before I’m among the clouds with black feathers. before the Tyrant finds my sins, I’m gone.

This is the first entry from a three part I had recently made.

#halo

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