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Scarecrow: Sins Undiscovered
There...
Still within
the cells
which the heart
wrought
its own devils
of conviction
and rage
"It ain't the way you move"...
Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend
"It ain't the way that you move me"...
Where the eyes
never met another,
as the creature
formed o'er itself
cold and malevolent.
By a child's
algebraic
for painlessness;
the solution
can only equal X
"It ain't the way you shake"...
The perfect scapegoat
for ignorance
is the unknown, clad
the scarecrow
wretched and hideous
effigies, to madden
the black birds
with fear
through the coal-dark eyes--
left volatile and blind
and spill its rags
coated in filth
and loathsomeness
"It ain't the way that you shake me"...
Back from the night
where those shadows
filled the night sky
like the angry scrawl
of reprobate angels,
and each star
like a petal
cast for love and hate
while the alchemy
was left unsettled
by gravity
... "I've lived 25 years as a kid on the run
I've got a pistol for action"...
"The devil is coming,"
mad laughter fills dreams,
e'er ill-contained
as he has learned
the vermin language,
filled o'er
with toxic energies
of what must die
so that something else
might live
"Don't tell me you love me"...
He slams his face
screaming into the bars,
stirring violently
into the nest
of what must be
protected from evil
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Will you try
to save him?
Or will you merely
kill him?
Opening up the door
for another
to step out into
that unholy light
and be blessed
by what cruelty
we have awoken
within this still
and sterile inertia
of what may someday be
"Don't tell me what I don't want to know"...
As the fuse burns
away the seconds
of opportunity,
that should we ever
meet again, we must
be doomed to repeat
the same terrible
chemistry experience--
as the variables can
never truly be isolated
if we only believe
that we are living
function of the heart's
undying boogeyman
"I love the way you use
I love the way that you use me"...
Slamming his face
screaming deafly
into the bars,
slurring violence
into the nest
of what must be
protected from evil
"I love the way you shoot
I love the way that you shoot to kill me"...
"The devil is coming,"
mad laughter spills
upon our dreams,
e'er ill-contained
as we learn
the vermin language,
filled o'er
with toxic energies
of what must die
so that something else
might live
"It's taken miles and lines
to learn the right from the wrong
"...
Back into the night
where those shadows
filled the night sky
like the angry scrawl
of reprobate angels,
and each star
like a petal
cast for love and hate
while the alchemy
was left unsettled
by gravity
"Don't tell me you love me"...
The perfect scapegoat
for ignorance
is the unknown, clad
the scarecrow
wretched and hideous
effigies, to madden
the black birds
with fear
through the coal-dark eyes--
left volatile and blind
and spill its rags
coated in filth
and loathsomeness
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Where the eyes
never met another,
as the creature
formed o'er itself
cold and malevolent.
By a child's
algebraic
for painlessness;
the solution
can only equal X
... "Don't tell me what I don't want to know"
Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Still within
the cells
which the heart
wrought
its own devils
of conviction
and rage
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Here.
... "Don't tell me you love me."
**Italicized lyrics by Night Ranger**
Uley
Still within
the cells
which the heart
wrought
its own devils
of conviction
and rage
"It ain't the way you move"...
Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend
"It ain't the way that you move me"...
Where the eyes
never met another,
as the creature
formed o'er itself
cold and malevolent.
By a child's
algebraic
for painlessness;
the solution
can only equal X
"It ain't the way you shake"...
The perfect scapegoat
for ignorance
is the unknown, clad
the scarecrow
wretched and hideous
effigies, to madden
the black birds
with fear
through the coal-dark eyes--
left volatile and blind
and spill its rags
coated in filth
and loathsomeness
"It ain't the way that you shake me"...
Back from the night
where those shadows
filled the night sky
like the angry scrawl
of reprobate angels,
and each star
like a petal
cast for love and hate
while the alchemy
was left unsettled
by gravity
... "I've lived 25 years as a kid on the run
I've got a pistol for action"...
"The devil is coming,"
mad laughter fills dreams,
e'er ill-contained
as he has learned
the vermin language,
filled o'er
with toxic energies
of what must die
so that something else
might live
"Don't tell me you love me"...
He slams his face
screaming into the bars,
stirring violently
into the nest
of what must be
protected from evil
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Will you try
to save him?
Or will you merely
kill him?
Opening up the door
for another
to step out into
that unholy light
and be blessed
by what cruelty
we have awoken
within this still
and sterile inertia
of what may someday be
"Don't tell me what I don't want to know"...
As the fuse burns
away the seconds
of opportunity,
that should we ever
meet again, we must
be doomed to repeat
the same terrible
chemistry experience--
as the variables can
never truly be isolated
if we only believe
that we are living
function of the heart's
undying boogeyman
"I love the way you use
I love the way that you use me"...
Slamming his face
screaming deafly
into the bars,
slurring violence
into the nest
of what must be
protected from evil
"I love the way you shoot
I love the way that you shoot to kill me"...
"The devil is coming,"
mad laughter spills
upon our dreams,
e'er ill-contained
as we learn
the vermin language,
filled o'er
with toxic energies
of what must die
so that something else
might live
"It's taken miles and lines
to learn the right from the wrong
"...
Back into the night
where those shadows
filled the night sky
like the angry scrawl
of reprobate angels,
and each star
like a petal
cast for love and hate
while the alchemy
was left unsettled
by gravity
"Don't tell me you love me"...
The perfect scapegoat
for ignorance
is the unknown, clad
the scarecrow
wretched and hideous
effigies, to madden
the black birds
with fear
through the coal-dark eyes--
left volatile and blind
and spill its rags
coated in filth
and loathsomeness
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Where the eyes
never met another,
as the creature
formed o'er itself
cold and malevolent.
By a child's
algebraic
for painlessness;
the solution
can only equal X
... "Don't tell me what I don't want to know"
Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Still within
the cells
which the heart
wrought
its own devils
of conviction
and rage
"Don't tell me you love me"...
Here.
... "Don't tell me you love me."
**Italicized lyrics by Night Ranger**
Uley
Published 9th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
9th Jan 2013 10:27am
Now that was a chilling poem, thought provoking.
Many nice lines, too many to pick a favorite.
I like the intensity of the poem, very much enjoyed this one by your pen!
Many nice lines, too many to pick a favorite.
I like the intensity of the poem, very much enjoyed this one by your pen!
9th Jan 2013 11:12pm
9th Jan 2013 3:05pm
Yeah I agree..quite chilling, it has a twisted beauty to it that I really like, I also like the adding of lyrics nicely done!
9th Jan 2013 11:14pm
Thank you kindly Nikkimoe. I think I may have over-spiced this one a tad, but ran out of time this morning to work at it some more.
Uley
Uley
9th Jan 2013 3:44pm
"Staring without,
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend"
This seems to directly correlate with what you told me last night, going on at work. (and to the rest of our conversation actually)
A lot of food for thought here Hun. :)
watching the
devils burn in
an undying
holocaust, possessed
by dreams
that we cannot defend"
This seems to directly correlate with what you told me last night, going on at work. (and to the rest of our conversation actually)
A lot of food for thought here Hun. :)
9th Jan 2013 11:20pm
Yes, it is a bit of my ol' mirror verse, though not directly about that particular part of the conversation we had last night. Given more time to pick at it this morning-- the base premise of the bad guy running into the center point, and society's reaction to them coming out (which I suggest is entirely similar, with a slightly altered script of who the bad guys and the good guys are.)
It also begs the question of where did the violence start or (X).
Which all goes to say that this write needs more work.
Thank you ;)
Uley
It also begs the question of where did the violence start or (X).
Which all goes to say that this write needs more work.
Thank you ;)
Uley
