

Sin.Father forgive me for I have sinned Against myself By adhering to the propaganda And shackling myself to skeletal promises The price of avarice Paid in poisonous leeches That drain the essence of My now-feeble cause They cry treason! An eager crowd awaits My split second D R O P The crunching of bones Perverse asphyxiation [Not quite a corpse Not quite a martyr] They peel back their eyelids For the final gasp for life And I, I, I Let them.Sin.


EscapeShe walks across the water Escaping damnation Praying that she doesn’t falter Running from the flames of incrimination.Escape
She races against the sands of time Thorns prick against her heels. She muddles through the muck and grime But she finally feels.


When Mirrors Speak of Lies.Pallid image mirrored in a cracked vanity Accents the nature of façadeWhen Mirrors Speak of Lies.
Ridden with parasites and bludgeoned By emotional drought How is the seen reflected in the unseen? To be damaged a thousand times
By insufficient communication Driven by the need for self-preservation Unsettles the mind and leaves you blind There is no immunity to this atrophy
When covenants run dry.


Where Fiction Meets Reality.Fluttering eyes give riseWhere Fiction Meets Reality.
To a world composed of
Beckoning lies A world where reality
Seems so much more imaginary A world in which I am
Painfully aware Of the clever juxtaposition between What is seen but unseen Felt but not felt Truth through blindness Has all but left me questioning Is it real?
How are you?
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'there is nothing else i can do...so when i want to do something, i write songs. its not so much that i want to keep the thing going. its just that if i marry those few words with a set of guitar chords.....'thats who i am'...'
~Robert Smith (god)
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follow the white rabbit...
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