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| PinionOpinion Mouth full of tar and feathers, ring of vitriol on the floor Create unnecessary tethers, ego procession out the door Barely off the ground, grounded and barely there The disconnected sound, to the end without a care The distance depends on the length of the wave Fickle frequency coils the chains round the slave Collective mass searches amid its primary hue To find the unaffected mind and force the green from blue Hear the static hiss With each erratic kiss Less hit and more miss Hear the static hiss Fortifications behind the wall, the surface layers down Contradictory musing stifles the call, reverses the smiling frown Work the chaos magick, the subconscious dark design Deluded and suitably tragic, as they stagger down the line Confusion clipping dirty wings, the filth comes to the fore Weeping at these broken things that passed by long before Locked in a black-hole prism, light enters but cannot leave Clock ticking in derision, this mangled web we believe On this hypnotic spiral The amniotic denial Drifting all the while On this hypnotic spiral My own venom in my blood, slow death by poisoned dart The bad always outweighs the good, my paralysing heart Will I miss all of the signals, or is the train still at the station Using superstitious sigils, my actions end in condemnation Licked in self-inflicted flame, but I'll gladly light the way Drowning in a sea of names, holding back the sway Down amongst the driven, and the 'don't look now' Chances to be given, steering cycles to allow At the winter's prolonged end Will there be enough to tend And steadfast reasons to defend At the winter's prolonged end |
| The Fall They say "it's not the fall that kills you" But that's not what I've found The sanguine impact was just a conclusion To the end without a sound They say "nothing lasts forever" But to err is an incessant state And all the wounds to the aortic tomb Are streams trickling to seas of hate They say "age is unimportant, It's how you feel inside" But see them count the rings As the blade casts bark aside They say "it's the ties that bind you" Though they're always loosely bound When empty words reverberate Through streets amongst the lost and found They say "rules were made to be broken" Yet we still fall to our knees The purest prayers are unspoken Cradled in the boughs of trees They say "time is a great healer" But the seconds tick by like a whip Worshipping a chronological dealer Hooked up to this purposeless drip They say "every cloud has a silver lining" But the silver is just leaden tears A resource for constantly mining Seams breaking apart all these years I say "the fall already killed me, I was dead before the push, For there was nothing left to fulfil me, Just this awkward hinting hush" |
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