Amber Shrine
A gut pull drag on me,
from a smile left on the sidelines
mirrors multy reflecting this
and slice off those white cheeks,
..into an armour of broken wings
with tons of plume like dead skin..
colors arranged carefully
to paint my heart
the way it shoul be,
and dissolve it in numb water,
shadow it with rust and feed with scars
bathered in ashes and mud,
draw with with trust.
No significate to perpetrate
In misery diary
In my yearn for a cause
In my pain for a pregnat whore
No shame to waste or convinctions to taste.
Let the logic take a bow,
while words slicing
through the butter of soul
and scratch the icons with nails of surprise,
…rancid breath of life
burning like ice…
wounds painted on u once again
bloods on your soul once again
clawing adornment for your dreams,
uncosciousness and desire….
My penance and my task…
Keeps your fat ego well fed
Eye colosed, lid needle and thread
Mouth closed lid needle and strip..
Got something that no thinks
Can not reach.
Roaming confuse in some hall of sin,
in all my shielded pride.
Keep your fat ego well hide
Words like a razor on your teeth
Slowly slipping into slime
Blood and lies ooze out and stain
And not realy cares what realy bleeds
Eye begin to ponder pride
Undignified, unsignified
Subjectives pieces of misled youth
Undignified, unsignified