Ruptured Reality In An Altered State of Quiet Time
a new breed of clarity is here
i take the last knife of my life and carve me a Peace
i am replenished and i am reborn
all of a sudden i have plenty to say
i never meant to use you as a charity source
i never intended to push my situation on you with such force
all i wanted was for you to kiss the unified sores of my course
all of a sudden i beg intently to you to allow me to stay
i walk in an uneven rhythm with every steps' tonality low
unaware am i of all the prey studying my unknown intentions
i pray without notice of noticing individual notice
all of a sudden i uncover plenty roles in which to play
an old pile of dead weight relingers
i catch the last lift from my gift and pour out all i have left
i am deminished, and therefore i will be torn
all of a sudden i wake up from another dream in even deeper decay
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2013
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