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[sikdragon]

In the sea of depth in perception indeed a crippled deception-
The blood drained by way of this jagged black stained glass-
The clouds above dark and dreary keep the sun from seeing clearly-
It can't shine down and clear away the songs of the deep, the cold and gray-
The fragile sea bed cut, swollen, and infected. The internal death has defected-
the bitter sweet decisions of greed, can't alone keep my way crystal-
there's always a sacrifice, always a clause-
always the catch that scratches the knife and awaits the pause-
the reset day of devolution, the ritual solution, the complacent diffusion-
a transfusion of memory can't bring back the dead-
it's the lost sign of remembering and forgetting what's said-
they've understood since the beginning the simple laws of life-
the simple draws and the clinical strife-
which delight will bring back the light, strangely enough it's the one right by it-

In the rain it festers and boils, the melting toils, the doubling bubbling spoils-
the river bites and coils, it just pours it's black blood deep in my wounds-
the sound that soothes is a fatal whisper-
the subtle liqour, the sensual snicker, the smile that defiles the single sorrow-
They all work as one, parasites that kill their host-
sucking to death and leaving their post-
leeches in my sea of deception the simple lack of selection-
the primitive allegations of unimposed considerations-
withered to keep the salvaged relations-
calamities clap back at these sandy sees, muddy shallows and undeciphered wings above the skies-
they carry the calls and cries of a lion in their trees-
he hunts and he's coming for no one but me-
alone and injured i lie as an easy kill-
i am but one so easily destroyed-
my self inflicted injuries taste my wrath and savour my blood-
where can i find a way out of this place of which i've been deployed-
off the cliff above i dove into this broken sea of shards and jagged glass-
stained by my blood of which wasn't as pure as it was once thought-
the shame of darkness fills my heart with whatever's left-
the excriment that seeped from my pain-
the simple screeched life line's in vain-
the inability to comprehend speech and divine reign-
it poured down upon my face-
sinuous race, i wallowed in my grace-
or lack there of-
i never fell i jumped-
and so i announced my theme-
and this nightmare turned to be more than a dream-
it still haunted me, it still kept the strings that held the seam-
from pulling apart and tearing, it just stretched and stretched until it stretched some more-
the trivial matters were lost and sore-
the rivers of tainted life spilled and i forgot the lord-
they took me as their own, but still i know there's a light somewhere-
In my tunnel of darkness, my blindness will never help me out there-
i feel along the edges, but which way am i going-
the severed legs and the blood still flowing-
dragging myself in a direction unknown-
to a fate ever to find myself aloan-
living on someone else's time-
the leverage gained by someone elses crime-
doesnt matter as i splatter my pity on this train-
it comes, i know it comes, i can hear it's whistle-
i feel for the vibrations to keep it civil-
the anticipation and my patience has finally found it's truth-
the fear of death has gone while i lay on the tracks-
the fact that my strength will carry me no more-
the yielding lathe, this particular way will keep me-
i stay myself in the ready-
it comes and passes-
i lay in agony missing my arms-
the blood should make me faint soon and ill be on my way to view-
and alas it doesnt and i must suffer this as one should suffer a dozen roses-
the different poses-
the willing sniff, the unconcious whiff-
armless, legless, blind and dumb-
all that's left is my ears filled with dirt and stain-
the remnants of that train the stimulus of that pain-
the refuse of the world and the tribute to the rain-

[ItzOnlySydney]

extremely long but it was worth it =) i wish i could write like you.