goodnitestar
Bluelighter
isnt it for parched lips , who you are to be ....such descriptions to the lands of irridescence of what reality holds without a hand, but a clenched fist?
~ implored ~
when i look at time
i see faces and blurred words
entreating
as my own body
moving like a spectator
through a tight game ..
of give and take
as the givers lose & the takers win
the prize tatered and misguided
sets waiting for revealent placement
my trophies invisible
the reasons i cant even convey
hidden to my own mind
my own misery i escape to divide
subconsious of the ritual
why actions lead to outbursts hidden behind smilling eyes
lies stratigic
to deal the cards in this hands favor '
prying apart what i know is suface tissue
scars that havent healed
with no means am i attempting role of doctor,
role of God, a martyr
of all the children with light in their eyes
here among the darkest skies
singaling the world of destruction
the rythms ryhme soon ends
with little left for aching hearts to beseech
as broken and bleeding
relinquish dead
~ implored ~
when i look at time
i see faces and blurred words
entreating
as my own body
moving like a spectator
through a tight game ..
of give and take
as the givers lose & the takers win
the prize tatered and misguided
sets waiting for revealent placement
my trophies invisible
the reasons i cant even convey
hidden to my own mind
my own misery i escape to divide
subconsious of the ritual
why actions lead to outbursts hidden behind smilling eyes
lies stratigic
to deal the cards in this hands favor '
prying apart what i know is suface tissue
scars that havent healed
with no means am i attempting role of doctor,
role of God, a martyr
of all the children with light in their eyes
here among the darkest skies
singaling the world of destruction
the rythms ryhme soon ends
with little left for aching hearts to beseech
as broken and bleeding
relinquish dead
