There is a hidden language all around us, Woven into your minds ability to recognize it Frozen in the quiet textures behind the blank paint on the walls In the peeling contrasts of flakes in their best dress Bleeding in the cracks in your eroding streets Slithering upon the dancing carpet Challenging your might and dominion over the floor Looking out at you looking in Pointing, warning you about yourself Tormented in lounging shadows A mortified weeping face of desperation Darting eyes and sneaky mischievous reflections Here to comfort you like a ghost To show you why people go to mental wards To snap you to agonize you to make you strong These images of dissolution They wear your demented mask Silently waiting for you to come within grasps Devils come to remind you of who you are We are all connected We all roll in each others bones Terrifying beauty Haunting every footstep Coughing up the dust of empires torn down Bathing in the ashes of great cathedrals Enduring all evil Smiling at pain Forgiving every thought you think in vain Whimpering with laughter at the temporary joy Toeing the line of a everlasting boy I am your daze come to an end No longer enemy, know longer friend All that you struggle to push away lays ashore as the night becomes day Listen careful to this creature of dread Old and dead wholly stead Do not be blinded by hideousness Child of the star whisperer Fear not of loneliness Child spoken from the fiery doom Romanticizing about lying down and dying in the trash Decaying in the grim Stinking of impunity Breathing in the rancid filth Drawing in the toxic fums Turning them back over To the able sane coolness of a genital breeze Luring the birds and bees To sing and vibrate the canvas of field So green and pure of all distastefulness knowledge And here you are now love a blooming army of flowers You are free
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:19:29 +0000
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