Abnegation

Nothing is shaking, but these mountains are moving. Broken and shapeless, lost found and renown. Can you see it's multiple faces, The moment you close your eyes at night? Blind in your hands you take action, Sharing in the abnegation at flight. Cluttered by the fractures of fake aid, You've become the mover and taker. The epitome of undistinguished theft before you trade. Figures sweep across my path of distinction, Swiftly blocking me and I can't escape. I lift up my arms to hold all possible patience. Humbled by the troubles of this cascade conscience. Shade, it becomes the dramatical black parade. Sketching edges into the objects of human copper tin. Bash n' bang the color so there remains no more stain, Stacking high the welts left on your brains limbic violin.