Colly of lit by a Vga guy in CiA by Spire
Colly of lit by a Vga guy in CiA by Spire
lit by spire
- in the second
part of me has sunk down through the vines
the other half is still straining
believing there is a distance past time
arrested and engulfed, smothered in the twines
of triviality
his face was an expression
i never understood
in the resilience of skin
i found a technicolor dreamscape
with my god in ravenwood
and in my mind
im standing on the brink
and nothing can ever bring me back home
so bereft
with all the tricks ive played on myself
everyone has become so different
while i stayed the same
the world i once knew
does a laughing dance
as i pry its thorns
from sores in my back
for the tired empire
for the resigned life
for the empty meaning
the crackling of your embers
is muted in the rain
i wanted a voice
but the words remitted
are sinking back through my skin
in the end
for the force
of monotony
depriciating
i watch the silent armies
....and feel envy among their graves
-sharades
she walks with a frown in a permanent smile
seemless creases down the side and
lying teeth she hides
but i cant know this i am blind
put on your mask and step inside
the stage
hanging like a puppet
on a crippled hand
with only a lifetime
to watch from the other side
so stay
because im your warmth
that keeps you cold outside
but you never would understand
he was the opiate he was fixed
nameless and narcotic
leading us into the fabric
looking for you
walking in step with invalids
send me your weak
impotent and tired but who still seek
who wants them and who wants me
and what we find
we always lose
so lend me a prayer
for the morn of your mourning
-pigment of the imagination
divine
the glory statues freeze
in time
knowing they wont last
and youll forget the youth
the childhood of collected dust
upon the faded emblem you once held of mine
an image of my face
a symbol to mark my promises
and all the things we swore to be
just close your eyes and wed pretend
i forgot what it means to me
in our own broadcast dreams
no second thoughts
no second guesses
scribble the words
that come to molest us all