Edge Of A Blade

I Come To You In A Moment Of Desperation

Where Meanings Are Slim To You, But True To Me

Moments As The Edge Of A Blade Appraoch Me In Seconds

Signatures To Bring Upon The Coward's Crowd

All To See The Ending Of A Chapter That Was Never Written

Words Seem Unreachable, Time Consuming Only To You

Hoping For One More Meaningless Night

Clouded By A Rainstorm Unknown To The Unvictorious

Fallen Inside Of The Fake Cheers

While The Lions Tear The Willing Apart

As The Unwilling Are Caged With Them

Ballrooms Filled With Fake Wigs And Expensive Dresses

Pretending That The Bloodshed Upon Thier Dress Shoes Were Unexsistant

Judges So Corrupt You Could Smell Treachery

Shipyards Filled With Renegade Pirates

Hung On Slave Made Ropes Next To Thier Gratitude

While The Survivors Wasted The Years On Cursed Treasures

Unmeasured By Our Selfish Distant Eyes

Filled With Beauty, Unseen By Broken Sails

Floating On Body Filled Ocean Water

Where The Next Calvary Journey's Past The Sunset

Ready To Shake Hands With The Corpses Dream

As The Wooden Trap Door Opens Choking The Corrupt

Pictures Flash Before Me Like A Broken Camera

Sheathing The Blade...The Executioner Retreats To His Blood Bed

Crying Himself To Sleep...Confused Until The Next Head Rolls

 

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

Stunning... absolutely stunning.