Apr 2015
( Barley congruent )
I try to hold all the fear and yet they all disappear.
But faith fades like a match it will crumble to scratch and tremble its flame.
Say faith its just stubble that you shave away
and the world seeks the untold lies that hide under your skull and I , will be loyal.
And straps arms around you,
their packs that surround you.
Never hide your feelings fly up above the world so high.
Think about the secret you hide, blades don’t carve to be a gift.
And those knives they are full of it.
The blood wont stain your sides for unknown reasons and untold lies.
It will be blurred and insecure since sharpness and pain is our cure.
Sing these words and all will be subtle and then my mind will stay up brush all my pain inside .
It will cave deep, right through my finger tips and to my spine.
Don’t give a reason we all know its addiction.
And you keep feeding.No one keeps going on for a reason .
And now it’s a tree with grief .And now we are filled with needs.
Since fear is flame and matches are faith then I will be your servant the one that will fade.
your memory and I will combine into eyes your eyes that see your harm.
Once a light bulb now a lighter on little flick and all gas will be free.
Free is me in your mind grasping to any good that plays in plane sight.
So grasp that sharp object, yes grasp will all your might and hope it doesn’t put up a fight, if so you will lose you might and blood will stain left and right. If ignorance is just a word and congruent are made to twin, then what is our mind? Two words, barley congruent .
I try to hold all the fear and yet they all disappear.
But faith fades like a match it will crumble to scratch and tremble its flame.
Say faith its just stubble that you shave away
and the world seeks the untold lies that hide under your skull and I , will be loyal.
And straps arms around you,
their packs that surround you.
Never hide your feelings fly up above the world so high.
Think about the secret you hide, blades don’t carve to be a gift.
And those knives they are full of it.
The blood wont stain your sides for unknown reasons and untold lies.
It will be blurred and insecure since sharpness and pain is our cure.
Sing these words and all will be subtle and then my mind will stay up brush all my pain inside .
It will cave deep, right through my finger tips and to my spine.
Don’t give a reason we all know its addiction.
And you keep feeding.No one keeps going on for a reason .
And now it’s a tree with grief .And now we are filled with needs.
Since fear is flame and matches are faith then I will be your servant the one that will fade.
your memory and I will combine into eyes your eyes that see your harm.
Once a light bulb now a lighter on little flick and all gas will be free.
Free is me in your mind grasping to any good that plays in plane sight.
So grasp that sharp object, yes grasp will all your might and hope it doesn’t put up a fight, if so you will lose you might and blood will stain left and right. If ignorance is just a word and congruent are made to twin, then what is our mind? Two words, barley congruent .
