Bound tongue...Closed eyes... Stiched mouth...
Glass stains Splinters, crumbles to our feet Leaving features naked Stripped to a point in powdered dreams Why must all be shrouded in this envelope of corrupted senses? Must we not hold onto the bitter twine that barley restricts our movements? Can the eyes of the purest angel contain nothing at all? Just sweet oblivion… So innocent, so broken, so … lifeless? The sublime paradox masked in flesh Sent to devour our conscience and shit righteousness Weaving an oily web, smearing our eyes with its promises of belated compassion & Blinding those in its wake with dreams of a painless existence Delivering nothing through false pretenses Yet the thought of contact with such a being is so intoxicating bright that a fate of Eternal belligerence is rendered useless at the chance of redemption What chance is left? But to sew-shut our mouth lest it betray us Stitch up our eyes lest them tempt us Cut-off our ears lest them believe us And kill our beliefs lest them lead us Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 04:20 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Glass stains..."