The next few entries will not make sense for shit..well probably only to me.
A Story and The Lie of The World
I woke up ..and I realized that today was a day.
impatience destroys my resolve
Abandoned hope is reason in itself
Mask the self and become a faceless jester
reality is something thought of but never sought
like mannequins lined up for the kill
set fire to the closed room
watch the man drown in his well
Marionettes pull away from strings
the hand that guides lays paralyzed.
A whisper in the dark
the comfort of the manacles
defile the thoughts of the lifeless bodies
who gave them light
they didn't seek
claustrophobic wooden dolls
A light in the attic
the absence of the endless days
the rope that hugs its counterpart
tugs and laughs
a friend
a thought never relayed
the elusive one walks back and forth
the struggle of a godless man
Temptation lies as close as the lie
A Gaze from a window
the grip of a hand
A door that turned but never opened
lowering of the hand
the death of the maskless
birth of the faceless
A Dark silhouette's
dismemberment of beauty
The hands of martyrs
the lips of daughters
The smiles of puppets
Frowning in mirrors
The guillotine anxious for it's prey
Prized possession
in hands of strangers
The lifeless doll
falls to the ground
Today is a day
A story
and a lie of the world.
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