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Fractured Skulls With Barbed Wire Fences

Fractured Skulls With Barbed Wire Fences

Today I'm in a trance to learn to dance
I'm lost in a visible circumstance
Through a velvet wire proned in torment
A chosen quest for inner silence to rest

Vanquished & torn

Through a velvet wire proned in torment leading to sorrowful fear
A chosen quest toward that of abstinance
Although its twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
Reflection,

A quaint stream nearing to a pool of radiant light

Some may insist in blaming it on the night
Instead of living by faith they will choose to accept that of sight
With desperated choices that I made remorseful
Tormented in the flames of waiting desire

Pillaged through then scorned,
Some may even curse the very day they were actually born
A sonnet in conquest in vengeful passion leading to eternal death
Torn,

Fractured skulls with barbed wire fences
A lone survivor will chose to take their chances with disaster;
Into its viable pasture will long to capture
A lone survivor will chose to take their chances,

Within intense inner conflict desolate pain in clear anguish we will stake our claim,
Forbidden,
As in radiant charms enhanced by sound
With viscous long hanging teeth fractured then smeared in saturated blood

Left outside as desolate roadkill at the side of the road

In vanquished dreams pierced beneath its seams
Living in darkness with its madness we will learn to appreciate its light
On a lone pilgrims progress to never give up on the fight!
A graduate devastated over the lose of their dreams not being fulfilled

The evil tension equated to pierced teeth cleched deep within its fright

In timeless caged rats with sullen inner darkened pitch
One day will rise with riches,
The next to quit then to fall headlong in some ditch
To realize that the beautiful wife that you once wed is actually a *****

Fractured skulls with barbed wire fences in sonic trances,

Thank the good Lord for his second chances!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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