Second SightA Chapter by Tim M
The secrets that we hold
Broken chain design Reaching for the stain Unholy or divine Rotting in the silence The drones are on the move With wretched willingness Deliver all the goods Forget all your regrets Strangled by the cables Siren searing pain surrounds you Moves along your scrawny neck Another touch will rearrange you Decibel and needles click Indistinct but true no less A fire spreads without a jest Acquaintance quelled without a press We are slaves to be distressed A crippled gazing lighthouse beam Directing me to be unclean Stories made to look like seeds To feed the need of weak is ease Bed knobs rattle at the sound Of monsters waking underground Remember breath as second sight To guide your fear without the light Rapid terrible desires Begging change and redesign The seldom spoken culprit is The ego, overbearing id © 2010 Tim M |
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Added on July 16, 2010 Last Updated on July 16, 2010 |