Mystery's seeing clearly
Frozen faces will haunt you tonight
A belief in nothing
Toying with ideas, wrapped neatly
Nestled in the care of storks
Upon delivery
Inept reasons
Legion of treason abroad
Disfigured buffoons juxtaposed
Listen to the chatter you run from
The clicking that annoys
The irate infliction
Saying otherwise
We keep the skin alive
Salted for the earth
A figure stands still
Waiting for the sun to arise
Ashes leave their urns
Souls have left the dirt
Spirits fly among the sky
Leaving tales for those
Who will listen
Faces of a rose
The petals surrounding the stones
Singing to approach a
Derelict past
Who am I?
Tightly squeezed as
The corset of the
Whore that follows
In debt, I leave
My senses behind
Consternation -
The infrastructure designed at
Fault with no discretion
The disease appealing to my soliloquy
Melting the faces of those I love
Personifying the sins I harbor
Solidifying the ghost that has
Yet to be conceived
Minds assuming mind
The paradox of understanding
Disregarding the human condition
Mend the hearts of fallacious skin
Their passion is misguided
Learn and trust that
We are all guilty of something
Sagacious rats run free while
The lions’ den falters
Let it never burn again
Hope, an endeavor
Not clapping its hands but
Nodding in agreement
Posing as another…
Deceptive as an adroit vixen
Place the knife in her hand
She will create wonders
Progression ails -
The Divine Comedy
Erroneous skyline
Paper scaffolding
Numerical conjecture
Dimensions will fall
Speak with garrulous words,
But you must decide
Ashes will fall atop
Despondent angels,
Breathing in a feral mist
Learn from them…
Your birth will come
Mystery's seeing clearly
Frozen faces will haunt you tonight
A belief in nothing
Toying with ideas, wrapped neatly
Nestled in the care of storks
Upon delivery
Inept reasons
Legion of treason abroad
Disfigured buffoons juxtaposed
Listen to the chatter you run from
The clicking that annoys
The irate infliction
Saying otherwise
We keep the skin alive
Salted for the earth
A figure stands still
Waiting for the sun to arise
Ashes leave their urns
Souls have left the dirt
Spirits fly among the sky
Leaving tales for those
Who will listen
Faces of a rose
The petals surrounding the stones
Singing to approach a
Derelict past
Who am I?
Tightly squeezed as
The corset of the
Whore that follows
In debt, I leave
My senses behind
Consternation -
The infrastructure designed at
Fault with no discretion
The disease appealing to my soliloquy
Melting the faces of those I love
Personifying the sins I harbor
Solidifying the ghost that has
Yet to be conceived
Minds assuming mind
The paradox of understanding
Disregarding the human condition
Mend the hearts of fallacious skin
Their passion is misguided
Learn and trust that
We are all guilty of something
Sagacious rats run free while
The lions’ den falters
Let it never burn again
Hope, an endeavor
Not clapping its hands but
Nodding in agreement
Posing as another…
Deceptive as an adroit vixen
Place the knife in her hand
She will create wonders
Progression ails -
The Divine Comedy
Erroneous skyline
Paper scaffolding
Numerical conjecture
Dimensions will fall
Speak with garrulous words,
But you must decide
Ashes will fall atop
Despondent angels,
Breathing in a feral mist
Learn from them…
Your birth will come
“At the sound of the chimes, the time will be ten o’clock. The lights will be dimming for rest period, all of us at Sky Institutes wish you a pleasant night’s rest.” The pleasant robotic voice was followed with the usual moment of silence, then another deeper voice booming over the intercoms near where Thomas sat alone. “This concludes today’s broadcast.” The voice was followed with a brief musical chime as the already dim lights in the small hallway Thomas sat turned off one by one, the one directly above him the last to shut off. This was an activity that Thomas had already been through several time