Upon belief to obscure the success to cut any sense of reality,
1682,1705,confused in a mind of chaos.
Dates among dreams which don’t exist. Fallen to pools of violent and hate, words to express colours.
April first descends a pulse, a heart beat?
Maybe a clock, maybe a butterfly.
A child falls; maybe jumps; doesn’t matter the out comes the same.
A disease, a whisper to awake, what’s real?
Am I real? Silent among distance, waiting to see, out comes the same!
I scream, I hurt, I cry, so why listen when you cant hear?
Delusions reverse inside to outside pulling me down.
A face shatters when smiled upon by a rabbit with no skin and eyes so dark confessions from my soul refuses to play.
What’s next? I’m alone! A mirror hangs from a neck ready to be hung, a reflexion of gilt, pain, love, a face of hundreds look back from my reflexion.
Lips so rear, so beautiful, so sweet, to melt in every hand that pills me down so deep.
I’m cold, I lie;…… got to have a body to be cold. What’s new?
To cremate a rose from fire of secrets, to drip a tear of oil from eyes sewen shut.
29 stitchers to the right eye that fate pilled the left side apart just to see a smile of innocents.
Chaos;…. I wait for them, you know who im tailing bout, they see you.
They watch, resist temptation to play, the dream, 42 pairs of paranoia, seconds to judge what you going to do..
Maggots cry too. Ever herd a man drowning? They don’t drown quietly.
Alive and remembering,….. I think
A mind so beautiful that your body is obsolete like a endless road waiting to b walked by an infant with no feet and a sister with no face
A mind so beautiful
