Guilty Am I of Decline
pressured by the rain
dancing within the fire
It's another band aid on a bullet wound,
Looking thru the eyes of the gate keeper.
Spiraling into the warmth of the beams in this cold world.
Revolutionary heat from the sphere of influence nears,
billions of years held in place by the crescent of our connection.
The last flicker of light,
the last inferno Blazing to ignite these hours of darkness.
Burning out the zenith into the black hole that is to swallow this Fear and sadness that gives birth to our aggravation, never ever to admit we are afraid.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Guilty Am I of Decline
pressured by the rain
dancing within the fire
It's another band aid on a bullet wound,
Looking thru the eyes of the gate keeper.
Spiraling into the warmth of the beams in this cold world.
Revolutionary heat from the sphere of influence nears,
billions of years held in place by the crescent of our connection.
The last flicker of light,
the last inferno Blazing to ignite these hours of darkness.
Burning out the zenith into the black hole that is to swallow this Fear and sadness that gives birth to our aggravation, never ever to admit we are afraid.
