The Habit
Malady, quaint and somber, softens the air with a friendly hello.
Like the gentle artist of minimalist expression, she sinks soundly into the quiet and awkwardly.
The yellow cavity spilling black leather is now a tomb for this new murderer.
Calming canyon, a voice fit for, launches breath with a reply:
Escape?
Where may it lead us?
And with an oh-so-sudden, sullen reciprocation,
to the familiar, she says.
My ears are for the beggars and sinners dear.
Something I venture in your corner, has become an acclimatable ghost?
Yes, but for you kind sir, there is a stint in the know.
You see,
it swims in the fields of creation--but I have no choice but to let go.
We are the damned for making the earth a cradle.
We are the damned for the hunger, for the craving, for the body bending.
I have become nothing but a sinking ship of foreboding faith.
Vow, empty
Vow, empty
Vow, as desolate as the divinity my Father has given.
It is not the first, nor will it be the last; because,
we are docile creatures connected to the device--fragmentary and hopeless.
I accept you, so I am forgiven
Last exit…
Like the gentle artist of minimalist expression, she sinks soundly into the quiet and awkwardly.
The yellow cavity spilling black leather is now a tomb for this new murderer.
Calming canyon, a voice fit for, launches breath with a reply:
Escape?
Where may it lead us?
And with an oh-so-sudden, sullen reciprocation,
to the familiar, she says.
My ears are for the beggars and sinners dear.
Something I venture in your corner, has become an acclimatable ghost?
Yes, but for you kind sir, there is a stint in the know.
You see,
it swims in the fields of creation--but I have no choice but to let go.
We are the damned for making the earth a cradle.
We are the damned for the hunger, for the craving, for the body bending.
I have become nothing but a sinking ship of foreboding faith.
Vow, empty
Vow, empty
Vow, as desolate as the divinity my Father has given.
It is not the first, nor will it be the last; because,
we are docile creatures connected to the device--fragmentary and hopeless.
I accept you, so I am forgiven
Last exit…