A Garden Of Limbs

a deep mind trip into the struggles of giving in to getting up.

Smothered by the cold stare of stone houses

I tread these phantom trails through parilized limbs

chilled..

by the viral breath

blowing.. 
promises of selpultra till death

tip-toeing my silent screams through the
thorns of synthetic being

in search of
the last beat of lifes promise

 

I shiver

only to utter wonder

as wings of a serenade

 
fill archaic realms in starlites myth

(the shimmer in the space between life
& death)

I escape fate

closing my eyes

to spy a sky tenderly
beating

flames reach deep into flights burn

intoxicating

is this
choir of beauty

pulsating in the grips of surrender

A melody

 of fractured course

 

 moves firelight

through tressels & perch

awakening lips

that are sealed with silver stich

distantly

 
in spare

a perfect rhapsody of sullen mud

i dare to flower a
dream

to let the breath out

..to fall in rapture

moving flesh
to ache & crave

brought to life by the faint bellow

 of
birth

& pain

In this garden of scarecrows

I FORGE TO BE SANE