December Flower
Bluelighter
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- Oct 22, 2020
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Susceptible spectacles,
I'm sceptical, it stings when I wear them
Scarce the thought remains in the spectre's sensational sin
I scatter the shards on a platter, then gather them, fall again
I am impressed as I assess the assets of my own assassination
A station in the revelling nation I call calculator, facing the face of fate,
and far, if not a day too late
It's dark again, spectre's critters tackle my senses, stack the shards
The ticking lullaby counts in the darkness, I confess,
there's not much to do when it's all in your head.
I put on the glasses, as I'm sure I would suffocate,
information trickling down the hazardous highway.
Yet at the corner of my eye, the spectre remains,
one last thought to leave what was gained
It's light, and I can see, just a dream but full of dread,
instead, I stand and there remain in thinking shackles
I'm still there, and the clock is still singing my lullaby
There's no smiling on the busride through time
I'm sceptical, it stings when I wear them
Scarce the thought remains in the spectre's sensational sin
I scatter the shards on a platter, then gather them, fall again
I am impressed as I assess the assets of my own assassination
A station in the revelling nation I call calculator, facing the face of fate,
and far, if not a day too late
It's dark again, spectre's critters tackle my senses, stack the shards
The ticking lullaby counts in the darkness, I confess,
there's not much to do when it's all in your head.
I put on the glasses, as I'm sure I would suffocate,
information trickling down the hazardous highway.
Yet at the corner of my eye, the spectre remains,
one last thought to leave what was gained
It's light, and I can see, just a dream but full of dread,
instead, I stand and there remain in thinking shackles
I'm still there, and the clock is still singing my lullaby
There's no smiling on the busride through time