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Whispering Cages
In the eyes, I gravitate
Like the walls of paintings,
where bitter reminiscence scours
we’ve all have had better days
Beautiful hue within the strands
though her windows are foggy
Fate has a vicious state
an alarming rate stands
as love battles endlessly
Watch me disappear my dear,
between each of the allfather’s strokes
as the brush finds the cracks
where my hopes have fallen
between rushed and gone with a flash
I see lightning has met it’s match...
I watch God cry in arylic,
each tear a technicolor materpiece
with every drop
an embryo
begins to grow
their soft cries beckon life
between the sheets
of compromise
between the future widows
and father of time.
Like the walls of paintings,
where bitter reminiscence scours
we’ve all have had better days
Beautiful hue within the strands
though her windows are foggy
Fate has a vicious state
an alarming rate stands
as love battles endlessly
Watch me disappear my dear,
between each of the allfather’s strokes
as the brush finds the cracks
where my hopes have fallen
between rushed and gone with a flash
I see lightning has met it’s match...
I watch God cry in arylic,
each tear a technicolor materpiece
with every drop
an embryo
begins to grow
their soft cries beckon life
between the sheets
of compromise
between the future widows
and father of time.
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