I looked far beneath the surface of your face, I found pain and blood boiling like an ocean that can't swim away.
I found beaten bones and so many unholy wars of yesterday. Tell me, have you seen your reflection lately? Did you see us all honey and purple wildflowers?
Hiding behind the only halo we hallucinated and worn in others memories who denounced us.
Remember how we wrapped them so carefully in paper ma-shay pearls and perception.
We found how effortlessly it is to play hardball with imagination.
I wish our worlds didn't fall apart and break so easily! I Wish purgatory wasn't attached to our grave stones that reads here lay the two olive branches never extended.
I wish we weren't left to die If only they knew sage and a hug was our cure. Then we could of done the shadow work only performed by God.
Now we will never know how the Elohist befriend its demons and not **** them. Maybe in some strange way they know this is the only thing keeping them alive. I wish tomorrow wasn't already dead, Like fresh cut roses with buds of innocents. Death knows so well how to mirror life
It placed warning signs on pedestals high enough so that all may see, but what I see is we are the journey and not on one.
We are a continuum of blurred lines Drawn in sand and sky. Dying wasn't the problem And living was never the answer. I never asked to be delivered from evil I just wanted to know why Was it created.