slip ticking

[ameas93]

Life is drumming.
paces nine to the point which all spawned.
Life is ticking
slip
shift
tick
sickening.

Broken tendants,
crying for mercy at the heel of a goddess.

One feel swoop in the abscence of the divine.
My will, not tattered not torn.
Awake and vibrant as ever.
phosphorescent, glimmering in wavers,
sandshells breaking betwixt all that can be.

I am the excrement of will.

9 of the perfect number.
yet I, scorn the shallow sky,
ask this prayer to be heard.

to what?

this hope, false and complacent.
my will, I am.

My cornera of isis,
in place of that beauty.

The s-p-i-r-i-t-u-a-l path has healed,
a band-aid of cleansing sorts.

Happy faces dying eyes,
superficial poster-boy smiles.

fuck empathy,
I can no longer cry your tears.

You shadow, you skilled placeholder of a mans will to love.
I loathe you, as i loathe the journey from seed to severance.
My shadow, my love... I embrace thee with a scorned heart and a dagger bown fleet.

Sometimes.. tears.. fall so hard, it hurts you to notice.
I hit a low tonight... even for me.

I broke completely..alone and withering.. i died.

something inside of me...crawled up like a foetus and withered away.
goodbye blessed element.