A Miracle of Statistic
So you feel, like a miscarriage
a miracle of statistic, boxed away and sealed
Where love-lost is a permanent condition
Faith a contra-septive thats declining with permission
And you kneel, and you kneel
And you feel, all that you portray
is a poetic world-view, that turned to ash and blew away
Where only your acting pierces their hearts
and you'd rather die before playing your part
So you fall, like a martyr
Blinking through paradise, Tightrope above all
A broken of a deviant in the clothing of a fiend
Blackboards miscalculation, never to be cleaned
And you crawl and you crawl
And you fall, cold, on bleeding knees
searching the rejected, rotted and diseased
Returning empty and scraped down to the bone
finding angels, breaking down, whats left of what you own
So you crawl, through the living-dead
As a monster of humanity, who'll murder for the remedy
Collecting every beat of every heart
Of those, who made you, fall...
apart.
Copyright © Francois Hillebrand | Year Posted 2010
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