Tampering out, there's a lack of termination. Tear my mouth, because there is no way to sublimation.
Encroaching the instatement of an observance of displacement.
Silence I.
Tampered out are the blackened rose petals of tomorrow
And the way to yesterday is a long ways away.
But even in an endless sorrow,
It's the canopy who begins to sway.
Silence I.
Blotted out, were the eyes of children looking onwards.
here without you is myself drowning in loss of all words
Hold my hand and understand what you are holding is my heart.
Take these ropes made of withered ribbons and cut them into parts
Silence I.
These ribbons are my sinew and my liver and my kidneys, thee ribbons are the mind that once was whole. These ribbons are my veins my soul and whatever is within me, even my faith in God is here in toll
And so
I drown inside of them.
The subliminally whispering tree branches tap outside an apartment city window.
They pretend they were not mocking with hello.
But every time I turn away they have eyes and teeth
So looking at them to check brings but temporary relief.
Restraining is obtaining of a hopeless human mind but retraining when it's raining is where freedom I will find.
You ask me? Well you task me. And I'll tell you never mind.
So don't blast me simply last me and there's something you could find.
If I let you,
And I bet you,
I can trek you from the start,
But why gentle?
Take the armor
And you find a rotten heart.
And divide a portion to your self and a portion to my own
It's the sounds of an aroma in the colors I call home.
Distantly it's hard to see even those love and they become a ghost
But percentile of perception of what's made out fades the most-
When the very thing you gaze at is right between the eyes
I drown inside of them.
It's the moment as you own it you begin to realize
It's blurry.
Fade me out. I have lost all ability to comprehend.
And cast me far, there is nothing left you can befriend.
Take my pieces, especially the parts of a despondent face
And simmer them in the cooking pot to feed the human race.
Silence procrastinator. Silence to the dogs. Silence to the bitter ones like slugs and snakes and frogs.
Silence the the elder that is that who is the owl
And silence to the bears with dares to remain on the prowl.
I drown inside of them.
Hush to the river you cry drowning it with your horns
The light of the stars are dimmer with yours shorn,
And all aboard that dusty shore was they who saw the light, of the little glimmer of the shimmer of hope inside a night.
Your eyes are like an endless string of numbers to me in a sea- I cannot grasp as are the eyes of all beings to me.
73838484848 ____________758393938474747
1638485847372719292383773637271991823737839391912827364638281919273737
For in the sea of deadening life has found her deafening and forever above rooftops did she sway. Life is a beheading of all that I've been dreading in a narcissistic mind of curds and whey.
I drown inside of them.
Tampered out are the blackened rose petals of tomorrow
And the way to yesterday is a long ways away.
But even in an endless sorrow,
It's the canopy who begins to sway.
Silence I drown in myself.
Silence I drown in ymself
Silence I drown in symelf
Silence I drown in
Silence I drown in
Silence I drown in the unrecognizable.