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To Add More Color
Devoted from the start lying on the cold stone never apart
The reluctant fool escaped years ago but is still nearby
I can’t help but wonder what the night will bring with celestial harvests water stained ring, ill with a chance of redemption
If I bring a compass to direct my way home it’s safe to say this place unknown
Never to witness again is a tragedy within itself
I’ll try not to bombard myself with such malevolent shadows that cast itself over the stillness of the moment
Underlying traits outside the hollow shell tell nothing about perfections overrated hell
Describing abstract colors illuminating my third eye distills a part of me that was never pure
As I put my head back and my mind seeps into the stars paralyzed by its splendor motionless by its beauty, silos of unanswered questions bother me
Nocturnal I have become in my emphatic need for severance shackles remain snug around ankles without reverence
Prominent energy withstands any known hunger for wretched indulgence strung up by necessity
Exile makes you grow and flourish but can also distance you, resent you and suppress you into paralysis
Comparable to watching the stars die
Withered ideas scattered on the floor
Invading gone unwilling infects the sore
As an artist paints a portrait
I have started my life painting some time ago
As I continue to add more color
The reluctant fool escaped years ago but is still nearby
I can’t help but wonder what the night will bring with celestial harvests water stained ring, ill with a chance of redemption
If I bring a compass to direct my way home it’s safe to say this place unknown
Never to witness again is a tragedy within itself
I’ll try not to bombard myself with such malevolent shadows that cast itself over the stillness of the moment
Underlying traits outside the hollow shell tell nothing about perfections overrated hell
Describing abstract colors illuminating my third eye distills a part of me that was never pure
As I put my head back and my mind seeps into the stars paralyzed by its splendor motionless by its beauty, silos of unanswered questions bother me
Nocturnal I have become in my emphatic need for severance shackles remain snug around ankles without reverence
Prominent energy withstands any known hunger for wretched indulgence strung up by necessity
Exile makes you grow and flourish but can also distance you, resent you and suppress you into paralysis
Comparable to watching the stars die
Withered ideas scattered on the floor
Invading gone unwilling infects the sore
As an artist paints a portrait
I have started my life painting some time ago
As I continue to add more color
Published 22nd Oct 2011
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