Changing In Forms 2 (A Collidascope of a Million Confusions
Every day, finding myself stuck,
with thy same of thoughts.
Why cant i stop thinking of you.
In hearing your voice,
as it whispers to ear.
These thoughts cess,
i can no longer speak.
Fall in stature, thy rarest of evils.
Why cant i stop thinking of death.
In recalling your face.
Im brought back, thy catacombs
where mine demon wells.
Look towards thy horrors.
A collidascope of a hundred million
words. Just let thy confusion consume
me. Then let go.
This nameless thing, ruling over me.
Why cant i stop conjuring its name.
And, play, repeat, thy spellings of this word.
Then fall back, calling forth this monster.
Im willing you, devour who i use to be.
Thy birth name of this body, is no longer apparent
here. Just let the confusion consume
me I'll never let go.
Thy darkest of crimson coverings.
A collidascope of a hundred million
thoughts. Screaming eat me alive.
Without you i could never have
survived.
Copyright © Adrian Anthony | Year Posted 2007
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