It's all nameless splendours
and 'return to sender's.
Without the clarity to make sense
and the rarity to be heard,
we are blurred together
like colors on the canvas.
Where I settle in and make my home,
it's insanity and ****** sea foam.
Straight lines where everything careens
into smokescreens and blackened eyes.
Cruelty in disguise.
Lonely demise.
Unheard cries
Dark skies.
Lies...
It is here... I make my home.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
It's all nameless splendours
and 'return to sender's.
Without the clarity to make sense
and the rarity to be heard,
we are blurred together
like colors on the canvas.
Where I settle in and make my home,
it's insanity and ****** sea foam.
Straight lines where everything careens
into smokescreens and blackened eyes.
Cruelty in disguise.
Lonely demise.
Unheard cries
Dark skies.
Lies...
It is here... I make my home.
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