credence

 
in sync, I turn with the revolving of the earth
longing to go
tethered to hope
it's a struggle to stay sane in an insane world

so I corrupt a thought and make it bleed
I'm a darkling in truth
beautifully sinister, with a conscious
black upon skull
tell me who you are

mojo day become the forsaken
in my mind's eye becoming
less than the given
and more the taker

innocent deceiver rely on no one
behold the slither makes less sound than the riotous
self righteous holds no honor
blow little horn in someone else's face

eternity is forever can you fathom the boredom without conflict?

war upon war is a sharpening tool
the soul cut in two is twice as powerful than before
pain the equalizer and teacher
give credence to the beauty of tears...little one