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So tired
Of being in the walking frame -
It's not a matter of hit or miss....
As the thirsty vampire, treated you to it's last, fatalistic, kiss -
Look to the stars
From the shadows of your prison bars -
Straighten your magical, metallic, silver compounds
And comb them through your long, ley line hair -
And lose the division
Of that unequal bell -
And the dawn lit up the red fire of the accelerated rust
That was attacking the face of that exposed, metal, armless, bust -
Tear off the masks of beauty's disguise
As the salty tears do well in your eye -
Within the caverns and hidden treasures of my dark heart
Where memories are hidden and legends do sometimes start -
Follow the raven into your, mourning purple, subconscious, mind
Examine the mysteries and secrets, it will search for you to find -
Inside all living things, there is an eye
Twixt combinations of light and dark, all under the sky -
When the sacred word was uttered
It was not spoken, it was stuttered -
I had a vision of red tears on the green
Inspired by pictures of old battles, I have seen -
Look and wonder at the light from that dim and distant star
It has taken, millions of years, to travel here, this far -
Fly on your mind's, fine, subconscious, Gothic wings
Across the suicidal, hatred of the twin towers and The Lord of the Rings -
Geometrical patterns flashing before my tired eyes
The Rhombus, squares, triangles, all in beauty's disguise. -
Tame the Tiger fast
These feelings are never gonna last -
An evangalical moment and stare
Did that statue move over there? -
Snap and snarl
And stare in fear at the stone gargoyle -
Like a computer programmer builds up a hybrid beast in a game
The lattice of morbid flesh is meshed onto a skeletonal frame -
And the sun shone darkly, at the edge of the universe
Actions that were recorded are played here in reverse -
The mind of the hard drive
For clues how to survive -
I watched the images unfold without control
As they buried themselves into my soul -
That eventually we will all fall down
Like scattered dust to the desert ground -
Gone with the wind and Scarlett O'Hara
No substituting these feelings for running mascara -
A station on the travels across Space
A technology, unheard of in the whole human race -
The majestic mansions of my dreams, become clear
And all the values, that I thought I could hold dear -
and suddenly there is wet, warm, blood on your hair
the white nurses just sat back and managed a whimsical stare
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