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