supersonic
Bluelighter
In spirit
I hear it,
the words they call out to me
fantasy
brutal
broken tapestry
Perception seems vacant in a glance mild latency.
Repugnent delusions that burn into my history.
A cackle I hear it repeated in mystery.
So you go to me
expecting what to see?
The rather insignificant ministry.
Confess to me
We are but bleeding free.
I hear it,
the words they call out to me
fantasy
brutal
broken tapestry
Perception seems vacant in a glance mild latency.
Repugnent delusions that burn into my history.
A cackle I hear it repeated in mystery.
So you go to me
expecting what to see?
The rather insignificant ministry.
Confess to me
We are but bleeding free.
