Overhanging words
Reinforced for stability
Gives no viability
No consolation
Overstating the reality
Will not create any more viability
Than what crystallizes like frost
On the blades of winter morning grass
Stare too long at the image
And you will never notice it's gone
Until it no longer exists
So turn that evil inner eye
From the portrait painted
By the inner vision
Still that will not contain
The ever escaping pain
When a need to prove
Control...
... Of self-evaluation
Only proves that you are the Creator
That held check...
... On open channels
Seeking the tunnel vision of self...
... WHAT ?
Deniability?
Not a good trade I don't believe
For the path you were denied
By the paint by number artist
You became...
... And the way you fell victim
To your own false pride!
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
Overhanging words
Reinforced for stability
Gives no viability
No consolation
Overstating the reality
Will not create any more viability
Than what crystallizes like frost
On the blades of winter morning grass
Stare too long at the image
And you will never notice it's gone
Until it no longer exists
So turn that evil inner eye
From the portrait painted
By the inner vision
Still that will not contain
The ever escaping pain
When a need to prove
Control...
... Of self-evaluation
Only proves that you are the Creator
That held check...
... On open channels
Seeking the tunnel vision of self...
... WHAT ?
Deniability?
Not a good trade I don't believe
For the path you were denied
By the paint by number artist
You became...
... And the way you fell victim
To your own false pride!
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