Ramblings from the Rabbit Hole

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Luster in the eyes of pretty faces

I don’t want to breath, I don’t want to taste this…

This is the drought of elusiveness.

As it wrinkles your pupils and it gyrates your hips.

And I don’t want to talk anymore

Because we both know this ends with your back on the floor.

Let alone, on my knees in a garden of trees burning bright for a fight that excels disease.

And you ride light and tight like it’s fueling your life

but we both know it’s lost to the pain of the thrust and the moment I bust…

Living large at expense of a crutch.

You are the sun in all it’s glory, burning livestock in the quary of 

an episode of crush and in the hopelessness of touch.

I’d rather die.

I doubt my words could move a mountain or bring children to their knees

I doubt in ten years all this logic will mean anything to me.

I left my anchor on a pedestal for hearts and faulty souls

I left my body on your bed and left your honesty in clothes

So, I’ll try to take my time with the words that I say.

Better yet, save some rhymes for another day.

And when the motions don’t speak to what’s left of me,

I’ll devise influence from the grinding of teeth.

Or a minor note, well, I don’t like those…

But the sounds they create keep me on my toes.

And the words that will form, when you say my name…

And the trust that you traded me for some blame.

Or the influence we laid on each others ears…

Only lies we created, shifting rusted gears…

of exact population spanning figments of truth.

of exact population being used by you.

And I can’t bite my lip just for the touch of finger tips

Because pollutions taken hold and all my arteries are cold.

Well, all these words have come to nothing, like all my thoughts that fade away. 

And every night I pray for something, then every day I throw it all away.

All birds sing something, 

their songs define our means, their songs define our lives.

Praying for something, as I release my arrow and it pierces their eyes.

I will be alone.

Tie me down with nothing but a string, and preach your faith in nothing…

I’ll mourn for you with passing of our time.

When will we see our shadows without light?

The time will come when all that’s left is all our demons here to fight.

We’ll all be swallowed, live and whole, Blisters from digging our own holes.

We’ll be too deep to see the light,  We’ll be too lost to set things right.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Maker.

Nice to meet you, see you later!

Who never knew who?

The Stomach For It.