							lit by spire


- in the second

part of me has sunk down through the vines
the other half is still straining 
believing there is a distance past time
arrested and engulfed, smothered in the twines
of triviality

his face was an expression 
i never understood
in the resilience of skin 
i found a technicolor dreamscape
with my god in ravenwood

and in my mind
i'm standing on the brink
and nothing can ever bring me back home
so bereft
with all the tricks i've played on myself

everyone has become so different
while i stayed the same
the world i once knew
does a laughing dance
as i pry its thorns
from sores in my back

for the tired empire
for the resigned life
for the empty meaning
the crackling of your embers
is muted in the rain
  
i wanted a voice
but the words remitted 
are sinking back through my skin
in the end

for the force
of monotony  
depriciating
i watch the silent armies
....and feel envy among their graves

-sharades 

she walks with a frown in a permanent smile
seemless creases down the side and 
lying teeth she hides
but i can't know this i am blind
put on your mask and step inside
the stage

hanging like a puppet
on a crippled hand
with only a lifetime
to watch from the other side

so stay
because i'm your warmth
that keeps you cold outside
but you never would understand

he was the opiate he was fixed
nameless and narcotic 
leading us into the fabric
looking for you

walking in step with invalids
send me your weak 
impotent and tired but who still seek
who wants them and who wants me

and what we find
we always lose
so lend me a prayer
for the morn of your mourning

-pigment of the imagination

divine 
the glory statues freeze
in time 
knowing they wont last

and you'll forget the youth 
the childhood of collected dust
upon the faded emblem you once held of mine
an image of my face
a symbol to mark my promises
and all the things we swore to be
just close your eyes and we'd pretend
i forgot what it means to me

in our own broadcast dreams
no second thoughts
no second guesses 
scribble the words
that come to molest us all


 
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