Under the sky….. With the foundation of her bottle
THRUST
4 the Stars
5 the Scars
6 the Gods
7 the Demons
8 the Light
Encoded in the numbers Written in news paper fonts
THREAT
All Hail
All Fail
All Tail
All follow the Knife
Blood trails through the carpet
Blood trails off my hands
I wash myself clean, I WASH MYSLEF CLEAN
Im not the savior your looking for
How can you believe in such a fool?
What a decision of the poor
Nature even calls me the lost
I cant be a savior when im sinking lower then davey jones’ locker
draw my name in the sand muddy and washed away by the sea
I’ll bring you closer to the start, I’ll bring it further from its heart
and I know you love him but ill show you aside which u cant unseen
with lights growing dim and I’m the siren in the sea which will never be the savior your looking for and the one real key
Cigarette in hand walking paraell to the sea in the sandy plans
Stars fill the breeze with candlelight
Its peaceful up here
Below the tide where all is clear and ther is no where to hide sharks swim in search of prey (flesh of a virgin)
I met a mermaid once I was walking down the sandy plans of Copenhagen Denmark (Long Island in my hand and sunglasses fixed across my eyes) Walking down the beach in Denmark I stumbled, bummbled, tripped over a Tail A Tail from an enchanting beauty So I crumbled to the sand beside her and we talked
Telling eachother of the tales we endured
The lengths of love
I sang the songs of the land
As she sang the songs of the seas
So we sang…….
As The orchastra plays
forward in 4/4 timing
From the Angels lips
I heard the song of the mystical notes Backwards to the tempo
Placed in an order so chaotic yet full of harmony
Strings held to reverb
Drums to linger in an essence of tones
Winds from the north and south, east and west carry a birds tune
Penguin suits and lions tails forked in-between the legs of a piano
with woodwinds spilling the secrets for tomorrow to remember
Standing is one man ordering what needs to be heard
Then the mistor with his profound acting
coxing the pedals and the horns to blossom for tomorrow
His song of misery, pain, achievement and gain
Only to have the angels profess in psalms How lovely this song is and all should hear (like the morning doves song)
When the sky fell and the angels ran
Your eyes were the safest hand
and I know I know
What will happen when I see your face
So when the sky fell and the angels ran
The gods looked for their right hand
I know In know
That when this begins again
I’ve sailed the 7 sea’s searching for the whitest sand Finding nothing but a line in the sand causing a confusion of hands
Hell and I found the devils upper hand stool his youth and broke the minute hand leaving it on his night stand
When the sky fell and the angels ran
Your eyes were the safest hand
and I know I know
What will happen when I see your face
So when the sky fell and the angels ran
The gods looked for their right hand
I know In know That when this begins again
I’ve walked down the darkest alley streets to find people I love to meet greet them with a smile and a cigarette
So is this what the line in the sand had at hand, left to be weak land and unfaltering sand
I remember playing in the band, on the band stand
Thats when…..
The sky fell and the angels ran
Your eyes were the safest hand
and I know I know
What will happen when I see your face
So when the sky fell and the angels ran
The gods looked for their right hand
I know I know
That when this begins again
Who is your favorite poet?
who has help you find your writing style?
And he pushed himself to the ending of time
the stopping of what was created to fight against
He pushed himself, no sleep, no food all mindset and walking alone
Yes, Depression has its loneliness Yet death is a better friend then they.
THEY are called only by name once seen flying
ARE they just stories
ONLY by the time you read this
AFTER He pushed himself to break and shot
THOUGHTS
After this, all this, names fade and become fake
After all this people will remember nothing other then how you died.
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