Sudden Change In Frequency
Surrounded, I love the space involved
The air to breathe in times unloved
By lungs that waste all they intake
While minds embrace what they cannot break
The quest for the question killed by assumption
They strive for the life, all that’s left is consumption
Taken away from the beauty of day, most days
In chains, locked with keys sung off-key through plays
Scripts inscribed inside the muscled thighs
Beneath the skin, words spelled in veins rise
Carried by the tide, the sighs in every drop
Crash, then submerge, suffocating with closed eyes
Still, light shines right through their lids
The curtains drawn, closed all through the night
Quietly stalk, in cracks the windows stare back
Every shard, a judge, a reflection that lies
Clear acts the scratch, red shines with the light
Like wine through the crystal, blood drips from the sky
Indeed, the truth stained, spelled all over the walls
Magnified for eyes that can’t stare back in time
Watch the same pieces fall, each moment, failed
Cuts through the skin of the body of memory
Though scars may claim, they usually heal
The same pain proclaims that you can’t help but feel
It bides time, it knows your ways and loves it when you bleed
But nonetheless, beneath the bleeding, the scar still remains
Thick and dark, you try to cover your memories with ink
But the more you paint, the more you think, and memory conveys
So to hell the way the words transfer through the pen
Without meaning, without reason, they now come to an end.
The air to breathe in times unloved
By lungs that waste all they intake
While minds embrace what they cannot break
The quest for the question killed by assumption
They strive for the life, all that’s left is consumption
Taken away from the beauty of day, most days
In chains, locked with keys sung off-key through plays
Scripts inscribed inside the muscled thighs
Beneath the skin, words spelled in veins rise
Carried by the tide, the sighs in every drop
Crash, then submerge, suffocating with closed eyes
Still, light shines right through their lids
The curtains drawn, closed all through the night
Quietly stalk, in cracks the windows stare back
Every shard, a judge, a reflection that lies
Clear acts the scratch, red shines with the light
Like wine through the crystal, blood drips from the sky
Indeed, the truth stained, spelled all over the walls
Magnified for eyes that can’t stare back in time
Watch the same pieces fall, each moment, failed
Cuts through the skin of the body of memory
Though scars may claim, they usually heal
The same pain proclaims that you can’t help but feel
It bides time, it knows your ways and loves it when you bleed
But nonetheless, beneath the bleeding, the scar still remains
Thick and dark, you try to cover your memories with ink
But the more you paint, the more you think, and memory conveys
So to hell the way the words transfer through the pen
Without meaning, without reason, they now come to an end.