chronicles of exile I:[color me stained]
consecration of the temple begins, distortion sets in
bind the barbs to my skin, allow the thorns to pinch
cinch the ribbon round my wrist, i’ll give it one last twist
the oracle speaks in the schism that is me
you see she says, “pierce your dreams, bleed them free”
destiny is a lie, i am not idly standing by
legitimacy degridates the gate to fortune telling
do not buy what i am selling, He has overturned my tables
left me exquisitely unstable, i will acknowledge my disconnection
it is for your own protection, detection wanes when the heart is involved
this is no mystery for you to solve, worlds revolve around tortuous pain
gained in seeds of incontinuity, congruity is distorted
my mind extremely sorted, constructing explicit rains of bile
though i sometimes smile that lil girl grin
wrap me in my buckles, you know i will chuckle at myself
my cohort in crime, as slime is released from the wrist of deceit
completing the cycle of prophecy held within the dark of me
bills of indictment have been received, there is no reprieve
color me stained in the remains, these, my chronicles of exile…
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“To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself.
Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything?
To find what ultimate exile?”
~ Albert Camus ~
©tk 3.16.2009
“To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself.
Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything?
To find what ultimate exile?”
~ Albert Camus ~
©tk 3.16.2009
there are times when you hold the ability to make me wish i were as versatile as you through my darker pieces. this was such a time and an absolute treat to have dipped into. i am so in love with the depth you portray in so many of your pieces. you easily bring me contentment by feeding my need to bury myself in the abyss of the more aphotic. i guess it's in our nature to tire from ourselves sometimes hehe.
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