Til The Clemency Coats Gray

I happen to take the time out one day to watch two movies that were recommended to me. Shortly after, I made some of my own evaluations...this is the outcome.

We fall from grace

find ourselves against the tides of evermore

searching until our souls have become sore

trying to reflect light from diamonds that no longer glisten

falling from the shame of the one who never listens

we don't talk loud enough to hear ourselves

we don't love loud enough to rebuild ourselves

so we fall into beds made of nails 

venom streams down the walls as the rooms we set ablaze

seemingly all look the same

chasing answers we've forever known

beyond the river that bathes our eyes

drenches everything in the falsified sense of beyond above

within this twisted divine

our eyes see what only grows over time

weary and detached

back to grace that only speaks of  disease

we have found ourselves removing the things

built below this throne

pieces of the cycle has left us alone

cursed to roam  when we pass it around

teaching them to hate as we emaciate

not forgiving the mistakes is what enables this jade

our truths are just sins

define ourselves through him, them, they

we shun what could possibly save

panic attacks beget overreact...ments of flashbacks that force the relapse

hollowed and shelled

cleaning up blood from sidewalks of lovers past

that have us wishing we could take our existence back

we have forgotten our worth and wrapped our lives in stained glass

chained ourselves to the lost and undefined

fortifying this waking death to make sense of haunted lives

blaming me, then blaming each other

we need to work on our healing

heal each other first, heal each other last

this is the only way we'll ever survive

thighs pry to remind no man's land is abandoned when you forget yourself

we design our lives through the love they define

behind brick walls and machismo contrives

what is supposed to make us numb, makes us more vunerable

and we don't know how to love ourselves when we ignore the growth

for lies accepted in solitary minds spills across the floor

pills and things

dialated pupils

unrecognizable eyes

trying to create rays in soot leaves us blind

embracing the dark is the only way there will ever be a jubilant invocation

and its hard to get rest

when you find yourself rocking to sleep at night

shallow breathes, no reports

no remorse

just the death

we have fallen from grace

but there's too much love here left

there's too much love.....we left

ourselves in corners trying to pretend we don't see the hurt

the broken ages, don't blame him cause we allow

when we stay stagnant somehow

we fall from grace

and find ourselves stuck in the past

retribution only rejuvenates this persecution of seclusion 

run slow to a day when the lights would hold the time and blink fast. 

heal ourselves first, heal ourselves last