5.Permanent days unmoving
The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone. The
truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold. I know
the method lips drawn wide to turn and sway. To smile behind the
biting tongue. Each of us danced well in lies. The
hand the handle and the sword.
Lies there are those of us who will embrace lies and yet if it
comforts us we will do what lies do... When I confess
there is no truth demons remain sleepless inlove with blood
starved souls forgotten without sounds... Between birth
and death lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the
living. Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces. IT
grows into a stillness and we will responde lies can I speak of
deepest deaths unseen... Pearl teardrops will fall from
the faces of undeserved suffering... Forcing permanent days
unmoving...
Slicing clean but not as deep and waht equals scars will tell
pain runs hard hate runs clean and on the floor your
whitlings fell. Because this monster begets the monster...
Myself and the thorn of fear that the selfsame well from
which my laughter comes would also bleed with my tears...
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