Category Archives: Death

Another Run At The Wall

Don’t push me in the dirt, I’ll make you regret every bit of blood you spilled. Those lies you told the congregation, like a library filled with dirty old books that no one reads anymore. I had a feeling it would come to this, can you feel the blade piercing your side as the pain sets in nice and slow. Slicing forward and true, you edged out in mere seconds from a pathway of malice. The air smells of death and Iron, like a clasp of steel tones creeping inside and yelling for help. You were a devil, yet still unwilling to favor in front of your sinful ways. Could there be any strongholds in your wake, making sure you could not pass through. I asked you once, you glanced in the opposite direction in swift danger.

Chris

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For The Dead

I can’t believe we keep passing these short paths of indecency, my mind can’t comprehend this inconsequential mix of blank features. I don’t know where this will take us next time, the future is involuntary and uncertain. What is the timing of this, and where does it lead and how can we fight against this blank space. I’ve mentioned it before, but it truly hasn’t passed and I’m not sure if it will. Will be find solace, will there be some type of answer in the agony. The notes of the song, are interchangeable and we are blessed in order for time to become one with us. The parachute hasn’t deployed and we plummet to the ground, strangers look at us upon the rocks. Waiting for us to crash into the ocean floor, but never having the intention of safety.

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A Porcelain Shrine

A blotched out imagination, it hides just behind your words that were unspoken. A truth never made known, can you feel it pulsing into your eye holes. Feathered out storms, your mouth hadn’t lost the words. They were yellow with traitorous fixtures, unfathomable they bled from your porcelain shrine work.  Like a child’s play, incursions aplenty and blamed for that tragic endway.  You pushed against the wind, it chimed with the noise in your ear as it buzzed repeatedly choking your tones. The stairs were red, they couldn’t be seen for they were invisible. Helmets with a hundred head’s, addressed with encapsulation, buried in the sand without a hand to hold you.

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The Man With No Resolution

It began with a whimper, then a trust worthy sigh. That I frankly never wished was so. Uncanny he came, sweeping you off your feet with fast promises. Never blaming or casting doubt into the winds. He first took your sight, which came from the skies on insults. I blissfully recall this action, I didn’t ask for this much more than that. I can still feel it coming over the hillside, smashing feet like a thousand drums beating me down. He was once a clown, drenched in the sweat of the masses laughter. But it was all a show, it all became known throughout the memory. Of things that had passed through before. I guess we’ll never hear the truth, it would never come without the price.

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Sacrificial Lighthouse

Enough explanation could not be said, for it goes without saying how often tragedy binds us. With those few and far between momentarily final weights. The back and forth push along, the avoidance in a facetious components. You shiver as you quest out from where it began. Scratching the mind, with blending mausoleums. The people wished to be uprooted, from the graves of self comes denial. They were buried deep within the ground. The words of those who were once acknowledged, those were passing and decayed. Flinching did they know, we’re you found in that hole. It was fine, insistence on a bleaching eyelash. Dipped in the blood, sacrificial circumstances didn’t find you well this time. It lit up, like a bug fixing a hole in its nest.

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Could Not Find It All Here

Screaming in your ear, like a connection of broadband to the networks. They search for the data to continue the function, an army of numbers filled the circuits. Single file lining, it twirled awaiting your indulgence furiously. An explosion ever so tingling in your flickered light manifesting in a tuned wind draping. Abrupt and robust abbreviations, slathered on your wall within the drapes like candy coated fruit snacks. Neverware and fondly in remembrance, rainbows aren’t really colors at all. They gleam and glisten, as if they were crystals on a undiscovered planet for the first time. The views are yet distorted, inferior and complaining of any sort of folly. Little toy’s you used to enjoy, now disappear but its quite fine now you haven’t lost it all.

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Sometimes It Seems Pointless

Those glimpses into the dark hollow space, you want to make something out of that but its blank. Your emotions lacking, hadn’t been feeling any sort of way lately. But that wasn’t the point, you were far from an explanation like before it had all come down. This world couldn’t be anymore baseless in a truthful gaze. You always were so happy, but now its like none of that exists anymore. You may not see it now, but it’ll get better sooner or later my friend. And if it doesn’t, I guess its just a day to day push that’ll be harder than most. I don’t know if it improves, maybe the gorilla doesn’t leave the room. Maybe its all for nothing, and I’m just floating into oblivion

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