so here i am again
broke and listless
hanging on a wish list
waiting for some chance to come and be indifferent
its not new its subjective and costly
egos and alters
wavering to faulter
this epic casts a harrowing picture
skeptic the masses devour the victor
nursling cower and suckle to stay pure
while the deva takes the demon
gods ta save now im a believer
life was slapshots for whiplash and mishaps
im stuck in the paradigm of perpetual bitchslaps
steady streams and hand claps
loveme dreams and back tracks.
grieving lost ideals
to relieve the cost i'd steal.
a moment back in time
like a rewound movie reel.
i'm bound to this muse and to these fleeting verses.
dumbfounded, no clues, bleeding hearts can't refute this.
been around paying dues god make clear what the curse it.
cuz im bound to this muse and to these fleeting verses....
morphing wreckless edit the checklist
whirlwinds between the years and times left to contend with
heres a mirror tell me how do i look?
like a lost avenger dangling thread from a hook
misguided hanging off the pages of some book
niether here nor there arms open fists to the air
cant believe it hurts this much to not even care no more
this is the hallway of seven open doors onward bound with vorpal swords
prophetic miseries and hard floors flesh and fossil internal wars
striking high and low chords for freedom and mimsy
from murky smog and the pace of life daily from the choice to be hasty or to waste it, life aimlessy....