Instable mechanics, inner workings of
Beautiful terror in solid darkness;
Captured time and strangled memories,
Rivers of lifeless truth, the veins of
The beast that some how binds me,
To the animalistic fear of tomorrow,
Where we’ll stand and forget yesterday
Is now, shackled to our cages.
The cure is lost and gone,
In salty streams flowing down
Perfection pink makeup,
Ironically never wanted to begin with.
Take the human clock off the wall,
There’s no time left to cry over
The milky frost on the window to
My soul that you were too lost
To see anyway, any way you could have,
Was blocked by unexplainable behavior,
Which was never part of the warning,
Labeled me for sale to the highest bidder,
For sail to the highest tide you can think of,
Where I’ve found all these flimsy paper promises
Make up my boat, comfort of rocking motion,
In which my life story is always blank.

 
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