DARQ (album promo 5)

Zombie Lines

These words fade before the ink dries
When intentions to actions fail to materialize

Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name

Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired

Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character is lost with integrity’s spine
Inconsistency is self defeating
Confessions and dead apologetics in every zombie line

Penances mean well but fail for follow through
My ugly ways accuse to condemn from a broken point of view

I am not victim when I instigate the consequences
Humility entreating me to abandon my defenses
Writing these letters to fill these pages uninspired
When every word that forges promise makes me out to be a liar

Suicide by secrecy and misplaced priorities on repeat
Save the soul or save the face, witness versus egos bid
Appraised self worth on a scale of self defeat
Would they still love me if they knew all the ugly things I did

Self doubt and judgements laid upon this heart that breaks in the hope of something more
Breathing a test in my longevity of how much of myself I can endure

Forgiveness at the altar on which I throw myself time and time again
Haunted by the my guilt in the phantom of regrets formed of my own sin
I write through the mud to make something more of something uninspired
To find substance in the burn of the ways I play with fire

Set aflame the midnight oils once more
As to lead by or be made an example of
Purity tarnished by the rot that decays me at the core
Versing compositions of self hate and false love

Idol in the mirror, hoisted images of vanity
Excavate the fossil beneath the dirt
Archeological rehashing of identity
Therapy journals from pens dipped in the blood of my own hurt

Violations of boundaries
These convictions I strive to bring to light
Walking in circles orbiting
Shadows eclipse the sun when days are made of night…