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Beneath these eyes yet above my lips,
Along the waves of saline perceptions,
I sit and welcome this disguised gift
That adores the curse of untimely deceptions;
There’s a corpse in me that awaits its turn,
For why should my soul be left alone?
And where a quiet world is still my concern,
I assume tonight will gratify my stone—
I’ve asked only once before I’ve spoken,
Lead a confused crowd of words through me—
But where a heart consists of empty tokens,
My letters to the Lord within subdued poetry
Didn’t travel my teary hopes—
Where last breaths are a memoir I must steal,
Poetry becomes the song for a saddened tale,
But if my unconsciousness is the one to heal,
I’m better off living this life in lyrical jails—
Better stay away from this insane mind of mine,
For my howling spirit follows unleashed paths,
Those that regret the taste of bitterness in wine,
While I sit within foggy memories, letting words relax—
Where a son asked for another day in her life,
The Lord and the world just accrued his tears,
Building molested heaps before soggy eyes,
While the cane of self destruction strengthened my fear;
Breathing through the nose is a corpse still alive,
Though I can see her heart awaiting a farewell,
Where medicines are just a formality on which to survive,
Though I know of the painful truth in this spell;
And today I look at previous albums yet can’t tell,
If this is a nightmare or the bitter reality I’ve seen,
For a heart won’t accept those voices that have yelled,
Though numb eyes were present at this morbid scene—
Insanity is now the prime companionship I seek,
For there’s a life less a motive to live in this weather,
And where I’m forced to kindle a truth so weak,
I sit with poetry before my speech,
For the Lord hears me only beyond unanswered prayers
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