On an october evening
My tide was born out of Genesis through the aching womb of the women breeding
Through the mire that surrounds the bible-black infirmary
Where I was given a leaden-dose of fare-thee-well
Under there evil-ridden smacks and coarse perverted innuendos
I was reared in the pessimistic bliss
Made to believe that I was Zeus’ fingertips
Touching heaven with every report card and trophy
That so adorned my stank bedroom
But I soon saw that my mask was as crusty as the rest
Filling with sweat and debris
Like what clung to my 3 year old shoes
Making war within the blossom of a dream
That was as false as this mirror right before me
Trying to peer through it
Unable to see the cracks in my face
That are so ever clear when I stand amidst horses
I begin to understand how it is to fly
Within the walls of my head
But still they they rise with the white-encrusted malice
I cannot breathe the voice of your breath
It chokes my eyes
And I am struck by ever single beautiful butterfly of my soul
Willing to climb the cliffs within my own self
My beautiful fancy, You one and only,
WHO I CHERISH,
Within a death grasp I cannot hold you dear enough
because I always have a premonition of losing you
To something outside my own person
A stranger with wings like a rapier
Cutting at me
Bringing me close to a heaven-enclosed release
And yet, there is so much to be grateful for
A Monet like sky I worship like mine own hand
Given into my shapes that imprint upon me
Thats what you give me
On/Off
A silence within this thunderstorm
So I can mutter loudly and truth can abound
And yet my stars will never be too much that you will escape
And all these hymns and all my words are yours.
