Refinement is always tethered
before the lynch of
where we should
balance ourselves.
Questionable harmonies between the
blade of reality clasping
at the throat of every word spoken.
We perceive ourselves beyond the
visual aspects of self.
But in reality were holding a thorn
to the silhouette of beauty.
Ready to either asphyxiate our
meaning or to cut ourselves from reality.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
Refinement is always tethered
before the lynch of
where we should
balance ourselves.
Questionable harmonies between the
blade of reality clasping
at the throat of every word spoken.
We perceive ourselves beyond the
visual aspects of self.
But in reality were holding a thorn
to the silhouette of beauty.
Ready to either asphyxiate our
meaning or to cut ourselves from reality.
