Sliver slice emotional ties

Inhabiting a box of lies

drifting farther; farther from you

all of which I knew to be true.

morphing mystic synergies

and energies; synthetic

seeing is believing

the constant tug of our desires

time streams karmic choices

Dust collecting on the wires

of corruption much like rust

on a silver slicing sword

You want to scrape this blade clean

While I occupy a maze

of free lance opposition

Feed my needing to be free

of the hold you have on me.

Fighting with myself

to leave this life behind

When I've seen it all before

each ploy, plot, nock, laughter

Play my role to paper thin

now I'm breathing in disaster