Ink colored mind rays. Go to sleep.

Struggle expression from the ground. A sly pick for the day.
Rob the best chance you have got for the price.
The price on your head is hunting you down.
To greedy for your own good, you'll sell yourself out.

Testing for the feelings of abandoned, of structure, that you lack.
This night swears life changing, moments of, in the act before death.

But no, the child is born as an idea failed.
But no, he is unwanted cellular tissue.

Do you remember, when I caught you, running towards the ground?
Younger than 19 for now, as you were lied to before.
Machines draw physical feelings from my vital signs.
The seasons inside are fluctuating under this journey.

Testing for the feelings of abandoned, of structure, that you lack.
This night swears life changing, moments of, in the act before death.

But no, no there is no child alive.
To please him. To ease failure, survive.
But no, no there is no child alive.
To please him. To ease failure, survive.

They are coming in droves, by the overwhelming.
This visual disease tightens my teeth, smile and bleed.
Unfathomable to me how to sleep, when shadow faces laugh.

What is it falling inside you, unaccounted numbers, stopping.
Grab the doorway as you pass with out fitting in the music.
Oil marks this skin where flames will kiss lovingly deep.
To crazy to sleep, can't you see, the sky is dividing.

Testing for the feelings of abandoned, of structure, that you lack. Cellular tissue.
This night swears life changing, moments of, in the act before death.

To greedy for your own good, you'll sell yourself out.

Reviews

[Natalie C]

Felt like insane ramblings of an insomniac. The mind playing games as the endless thoughts floats from an over active mind. Some great statements made here,
I specially loved;

"To greedy for your own good, you'll sell yourself out."

Think it's an everyday sickness in the world today, selling your soul for a little peace of mind whether it be through acceptance, pills drugs and all the other stuff that in the end will lead to the ultimate fall of man.

[Lydia R. Ferraro]

"Oil marks this skin where flames will kiss lovingly deep. "

beautiful words and a powerful, meaningful theme.

This deserves a few reads over as I try to dissect the meaning...

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Intriguing. Wonderfully written piece.


Great Write.