Steel Tongue

Sounds are passing
Lights have deemed this;
captivating, gleaming endlessly
Though these fears I stand upon
Come alive, night seems so natural
Day has crept in
And passed me by
So I keep falling in



Darkness descending
Into a moment
To borrow hands of time to keep
As I chance a moment of sleep
My body wont rest
Failing the final test
And chased by ideals




Calm me down
I've just begun
I hear reason
But limbs are minding this
Fear-bound abyss
Has cloned me in this
And I passed on from reality



Perfect image in my mind
Perfect denial of self and body
Irrational self
Why abandon me?
How trivial a demise

You're better than me
Subservient subtle and so un-violent
Its becoming clear and cold
Misery bought and sold
The cycle taking
I have a steel tongue
You have a still mind



Selfish bones become
And is in the presents
Of exact dates, and instilled fear
By distilled emotions
Still intentions are unclear
To the onlookers common complaint
Waiting for an explained sustain
To please the pondering


The sun casts light
On an arising darkness
I am longing for silence
While fearing its company


Clever surroundings have washed in
In a undefiled waters
To cleanse a failing color switching
Between vibrant and faded
And left eyes ghost-witnessed and twitching


Alleviate to a sufferable stance
Until its all unlike a fear-trance
Forevermore am I wondering beyond the fence
The smells that bring forth the past-tense

She's forgotten what its like,
sadly.

Is it hard just to be alive
Or just hard enough to survive
When these hands wont revive
What concepts kept this life-drive
The asphyxiation of a lonely life



From first word to last
Each shadow cast
Of a descent honesty
Like one of a few true promise
That leads these lightless lives



As days pass away
When laughter disappears
Fear is coming clear
Though rules are set
Reprimand a lying man
Casting down an evil hand
And change a pipedream
To something in reach
Of something true
Something I found in you


They have put us all to sleep
And numbed me to words of bleak
Unrelenting I bleed, planting a seed
To grow a complete fear
And slowly adhere
To a poison puke-stain
From a fang-mouthed idealist
Slither like slugs in the mudpit
Giving me my steel tongue
And left me shoveling dung.