since we last spoke,
O'nd behold herald of stores foretold
for I bled, I sidelined sickness and despair
professional intervention flashed between the cranium
touching the lingering questions carefully and suddenly
we saw what we could not see in a simplificy that should not be
levitate bredren, acquaintance and friend alike
bystanders and witnesses in the jorney we do not share friend
for crossroads may be linked but they forbid me from joining you,
it seems the strings of fate twist in bounds I struggle to forgive the narrow
corridors that do not allow for the memories weighting on my thin frame
upon the shoulders lessons we promised to recount once sat, down, together, again:
so explain me father so I may step unto thy gates,
why do you make us mortal men liars.
in despair we commit to the letdown,
chilled to the bone, woe is me my gospel.
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am I jaded or gastlighted into being on the wrong
a pact that I ignored, contrary to the resolve we lay down in the snow
lost of hearing, lost of feeling
my availability was crushed by the driving force that goes around
stealing security, devouring control
the course of course hidden only in song was foretold,
a lamb amongst the sinners, a parasite granted
but I am not the only one and that brings confort to the sweat beads on the run
trespassers on my lawn, tomb raiders: escavading my concept of desolation
unearthing what I could not conceal further, rebury it deeper you thief,
feral animals need not for crime, pause or curse to bite back at prey
forever slipped away the moment we opened the door
do away with the final masquerade we need not for riddles,
words conjure powers that the senses beacon at, yearning for stars
those mighty pillars of hope out of reach, a timely fashion
to reach out towards, for it?
clutching poison like its a cure
sister in time the screams aflame may echo alright
exchange places, tear down this walls
the closet unbolts, the terror unleashed.
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I seek not to break or form new, better habits
in this decade as it unfolds it intrigues me less
it taunts me in boredom the tones of cheaper trills
as they curve, they bend as if giving up in friction
a atypical tyranny activity of engraving a visual place between the ears
taking you for a spin until you throw up, sick and dazed
you wake up to chains around your neck, spare us the drama,
I suggest you take stock of the voices in your head before you end up under dirt
for this years and possibly following ones in kind I resolve to spare my knees
and abdicate least my prayers are the drip keeping me on my feet
in the peripheries of my frame I am bursting with hate
gee this infestation won't come back to destroy me
my current fear is what becomes of my core as my nails are polished to the frontier, bloody
can we hold back before we sever the constant of normality
what to do, what to take:
a percentage of
a
bad
thing.
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