Step inside the refuge of my disillusionment,
you will find a blood red sun bursting in the eyes of
a man that never harnessed an even temperament.
A cresting wave crashes on the beaches along
these rusted railways that interweave these broken skies,
a road paved in regret, spilled from my minds eye.
Obscure sounds, and muted lights diffuse from
the gutters lined with my inner child’s blood. We shiver
coldly, a voiceless wind passes misunderstood.
Tragedy unfolds before our eyes, the luster has
given way to rust due to an underlying apathy. Without
affection, resolute urgency is beyond our capacity.
A cursed fate we are resigned to hate, a blessing
we’ve dusted over in a fools gold asylum. A serious man,
with serious lusts, still a bitter ghost of mistrust.
Wash your ****** hands in the morning sun,
remove your emerald isle from the barrel of my gun,
hearts bleed ruby red, a vascular fire in the sky.
Fate will fall about the movements upon your ethereal
skin, neurotic waterfalls rush through the nightmares you’re
living in. Bid to create a dream… where we… are clean.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Step inside the refuge of my disillusionment,
you will find a blood red sun bursting in the eyes of
a man that never harnessed an even temperament.
A cresting wave crashes on the beaches along
these rusted railways that interweave these broken skies,
a road paved in regret, spilled from my minds eye.
Obscure sounds, and muted lights diffuse from
the gutters lined with my inner child’s blood. We shiver
coldly, a voiceless wind passes misunderstood.
Tragedy unfolds before our eyes, the luster has
given way to rust due to an underlying apathy. Without
affection, resolute urgency is beyond our capacity.
A cursed fate we are resigned to hate, a blessing
we’ve dusted over in a fools gold asylum. A serious man,
with serious lusts, still a bitter ghost of mistrust.
Wash your ****** hands in the morning sun,
remove your emerald isle from the barrel of my gun,
hearts bleed ruby red, a vascular fire in the sky.
Fate will fall about the movements upon your ethereal
skin, neurotic waterfalls rush through the nightmares you’re
living in. Bid to create a dream… where we… are clean.