The Exile of excess

A new entry in the shroud of old

I have plenty in the ways of cold hearted truths

Anger has a weight that bears down on other’s primal instinct.

Share this horror with me because I have forgotten

Time is all it takes to heal old wounds

Destiny versus despair

Thoughts made of air

Bodies ripped apart

Regional affairs are left to you

I miss you dear friends

Too much time to think

Too much time to care

Oh how I’ve loved

Stillborn love

I care

Paint me with blood

Paint me with shame

I would have done it again

Never the chance though

The start of the ignition

The dreams die replaced with new

Forward we move

I hear the voices of my own deep down sanity

Insanity and I can’t change

I want to go back but the clouds move freely with the wind

Why can’t I??

 

Edging so slowly I can’t change the exile

 

The Exile of Excess

The harm I’ve caused on all

To think I am to become part of another.

I have ravaged all and now I must salvage it

With what??

 

Cum, blood, tears of a madman.

I will rebuild

Rebuild what??

 

My own atomic devices

Cries of a madman

I can feel it

I don’t want to

My life an empty box

Am I smart enough??

 

Do I have the will??

 

To breed and grow a flower

Is editing ones life a lie??

 

Do you tell the truth or bask in the horrors of lies??

 

Does the truth heal??

 

Cut like a knife??

 

Soft butter, soft flesh

Is there a difference??