Grave Which Lies Hidden
Chained before the
change, I am absorbed
into the shade of faint.
Painted to last by
portrait, pictured to the
brush.
I hang by the flames of
my frame.
Morning to dawn,
savage is the start of
another brutal
day.
Life consumes energy,
worn as a dress.
Alive to feel dead,
death comes to a stop
but far from the end.
I circle the deepest
holes inside my brain.
I broke straight through
my mind, I turned left at
every bend.
Prevent the explosion in
between the chemical
storm trapped by time.
Captured by the voice
of violence.
Totally ignored by the
breath of silence.
The trilogy of the
square is where my
shadow was seized.
Wrapped with plastic
fanatics to feel fantastic.
I am healing inside my
nightmare.
Bleeding that I am
dreaming.
Burning with the aches
of hate.
I do not feel any less to
care.
I am screaming for an
eye to see.
For one split of a
second.
For you to believe me.
Taste my tears.
I will grave which lies
hidden.
I will grave my fears.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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