There's a nemesis on the premises
watching through the crevices of my hellishness
watching the precious homage paid to my delicate testaments of corruption and bitterness
yet to know observation is venomous if hesitant
the evidence is irrelevant while you wait on a settlement of peace from a benevolent king
back stabbing sentiments have no precedence over the decaying elements of my eloquence
not one finger can touch the decadence of my mental inhabitants
with whispers of shadows within their em-battlements
some go celibate from the spiritual experiments
in villainous line scrimages
consumed
with images of pillaged villages
baffled
in the battle to dismantle the soul scandals
manhandling rambles through foolish gambles
we each blow out our own candles
Left for dead
Strangled
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC
There's a nemesis on the premises
watching through the crevices of my hellishness
watching the precious homage paid to my delicate testaments of corruption and bitterness
yet to know observation is venomous if hesitant
the evidence is irrelevant while you wait on a settlement of peace from a benevolent king
back stabbing sentiments have no precedence over the decaying elements of my eloquence
not one finger can touch the decadence of my mental inhabitants
with whispers of shadows within their em-battlements
some go celibate from the spiritual experiments
in villainous line scrimages
consumed
with images of pillaged villages
baffled
in the battle to dismantle the soul scandals
manhandling rambles through foolish gambles
we each blow out our own candles
Left for dead
Strangled
