Flawed is our design

Tear it from the sky
falling cinder
All that screams inside of me
Boils in my blood
Courses through every fiber of my being
Tonight the dead walk among us
Dead hearts just looking for a cure
The taste is copper and brackish
Abrasive to the touch
In remission
senses crippling
Collapsing out across this oil based tapestry
Canvas of the fading
of the hopeless
Flawed is our design
Cursive words written across out pail skin
Deep beneath the surface
Expressions of a long lost complexion
Always moving on a razors edge
Numbing as it goes
Pain is therapy
Reminds that Iím still breathing
Even if its corrosive to my throat
Exhale the poisons seeping down
Cuts across my eyes
Deny this place
And all that is held within it
Make my escape
Faster then a bullet
Sometimes my thoughts are violent
Clawing at my face
Feeling the pull gripping down so hard
Tearing me apart
Limb from limb
A knife just stabbing at my lungs
Burring the blade to the hilt
Cuts now lace your hand
Unnoticed through the rage
Elations of pure desire
To execute my existence
And every cinder falling from the sky
Written by stepintomywinter
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