can you redeem me passionate of the past
or was it just a tune rambling behind my back
I told you all about it and so
so, who do you think would be the death of my cloak
pacing in between
some wants and some necessities
I dangle my heart to the fire
it darkens a little bit more each time
tell me about your day
about the way which you resemble your own self
even when staring at an empty shelf
that was once bearing every letter
every sense
who do you smell
when the pillow to your head comes to rest
when the sip of the tea dries in your mouth
a taste you only blend
Jupiter disguises itself
and the sea brings its way to ankle dense
lines justifying the reason of their immense
and the sand clatters between platters
what do you swallow instead?
SILENCE feeds itself
being as loud as chaos itself
and chaos feeds its calmness being as loud as
silence
ITSELF
in what heart do you choose to dwell IN?
in what night do you choose to blend in?
weren't you the dark itself
why are you counting yourself in?
separating your shadow from the layers underneath
when they are from the within
hollow shadows in between
clustered clouds branching themselves somewhere in
do you redeem yourself a stranger from the world you're in
because it doesn't really seem that you've ever belonged anywhere between its thins
pour your cup of beer
or maybe that of gin
the wine frustrates the heels
and the beer lingers to the kin
drag yourself to the scene
before the scene drags you in
wood cuts on your spleen
do you regret breaking in?
far from the entire sheen?
ever invited? ever been?
questions redeem themselves, they redeem
thoughts to the drawers that they've never twinned
I've been spaced to the blocking ring
I've been hung at the wall to sing
pinned to the glass windows to be heard
found myself picking up some sherds
time is moving in reverse
I thought it was rehearsals
turns out this is IT
been imitating someone who's never been
been impersonating the moon from the tornado within
been devastating her on shrooms and downgrading her sin
she never was a sinner
it was all swirling in a bin
empty look on her face
do you feel the taste
of yellow scatters splotching down her cheeks they trace
dance to the disco wave
it's all a matter of waste
till you find yourself arranged
by means of a director's vision of amaze
amuse the ones for change
and yourself you come to drain
I've never been trained
but I found myself on the train
I never knew another way
dragged by the feet to its lane
hair tied to the window pane
smelling wooden floors
do you pay?
I've been stranded
I've been astray
serving a chromoluminarist banquet
with a painted wall pamphlet
hanging plates on the wall
for people to watch and supposedly
link it all
do you know whom to call
when you find yourself in utter free fall
I've waited, swirling at the ball
but now I'd rather swirl till I'm all
done with myself to want to fall
finding myself swept by my laces
to the corners of a bed
on a pillow with sun traces
to be eclipsed by lunar phases
and depleted from falling vases
mistreated by sleep and mazes
steps fail
defeated, but I AM SATAN

                                                          ­                                  ------ravenfeels