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I wear my own beliefs
like an over-sized veil
but i learned way back under the brooding wing of darkness
that we all have our imperfections
sometimes you just need to know where to find them
and in the silence so still
solace so ill
i lay myself bare
the speakers are screeching secrets loud and clear
i am my own witness
the splinters of sincerity i tried to bury
stab their way on through
and i find myself debating
the cost of exiting reality through my mind
the sun dance with the axes
swimming in the blood pools of my brain
why do i stop to hesitate?
rejection beckons me to run
wild into the shattered chanting corpses
that string out the nightfall
each and every break
they intensify the hate
can you identify the madness?
that ugly face that holds your weakness
but mine is just a torn open inner slide
the burrowing of maggots; the recollection
they feed me back my own guilt
and my only baring on this world
is my scarred skin
burning of the outside – in
i am my own human ashtray
to snuff out all hope of any normality
and just when you think you recognize a face
skimming across the muddy puddles edge
just know it’ll easy fade back away again
and in this naked exposure
truth is pounding in my own ears
my vision blurred a crimson shade
lure me on into the nightmares of me awake
with hands riddled with such temper they ache
my demons i clasp to shake
down the ceiling protection
where all the memories are stale
and the future is undone
fold it in and shatter the trails of woven damages
insomniac to this ticking clock
that doesn’t ripple light when eyelids are spread wide open
flickering a curse
these revelations are much worse
then your petty insecurities that are at stake
stretch to invent my own fantasies
where these four walls will divide
and no longer will i be facing up, exploring down
imploding in and winding round
self mutilation of soul i have invested my world in
with this manipulation of a worn out dream catcher
dusty, i have caved myself in
Rhiannon Beetlestone © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
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