Broken machine built of bones and blood, on the bruised backs of those
I love
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in the silence
Shriveled stars saturated in the salts of my missing seas, swapped with the sterling structures of silver and steel and stealing sanctuary from
those I love
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in this silence
Your peering perverted glance peruses with privilege over the pain
of those I love
passing over that which you don't wish to witness
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in your silence
My mind in massacre and mutilated matter, mashed by the mincing malice of Man
disregarded by the Masses
and cast aside like that calloused
carcass
Cacophonous promises in the cavernous mouths of cowards
---
Rejoice! Retribution in the form of a rub out, ridiculing, self-reliance
the righteousness of Rule
Ricocheting off of divinity and running through
the Heart of those I love
Find my falling fears, fickle in nature, on these fallowed floors and feel the ferocity of it
fulfilling their prophecy, futilely fighting back the firing of hatred
at those I love
Fall to your knees! Condemned to continue the cycles of the crowds and cower in the corners of your own crimes
For those I love so, for those I fear for, for those I cry
for, for those I live in, for those I hate so
Your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence!
a violence
rests in your silence
which hurts
for this vice I won't
forgive you
never forget
Those I Love
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Broken machine built of bones and blood, on the bruised backs of those
I love
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in the silence
Shriveled stars saturated in the salts of my missing seas, swapped with the sterling structures of silver and steel and stealing sanctuary from
those I love
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in this silence
Your peering perverted glance peruses with privilege over the pain
of those I love
passing over that which you don't wish to witness
your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence
a violence
in your silence
My mind in massacre and mutilated matter, mashed by the mincing malice of Man
disregarded by the Masses
and cast aside like that calloused
carcass
Cacophonous promises in the cavernous mouths of cowards
---
Rejoice! Retribution in the form of a rub out, ridiculing, self-reliance
the righteousness of Rule
Ricocheting off of divinity and running through
the Heart of those I love
Find my falling fears, fickle in nature, on these fallowed floors and feel the ferocity of it
fulfilling their prophecy, futilely fighting back the firing of hatred
at those I love
Fall to your knees! Condemned to continue the cycles of the crowds and cower in the corners of your own crimes
For those I love so, for those I fear for, for those I cry
for, for those I live in, for those I hate so
Your blind eye is nothing short of malevolence!
a violence
rests in your silence
which hurts
for this vice I won't
forgive you
never forget
Those I Love
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