It is a perspective of a different reality…
just another vivid facet to my ragged tapestry.
I glide pass the puerile notions of divine…
stop to look back as it resonates swine.
It’s sad I don’t understand the excerpts of me any more…
so I stay focused on my inherent flaws.
I joust this candid take on languid fakes to flee fate
forever losing the different parts of me that key into process
I walk the corridors of constant mirrored drowned drones
as your view of me unfolds
I’ve lost the visceral voice that conjures passion…
dwindled the resurgence that could be me
Its impressive the passive-aggressive nature of the…
close to you one moment, only to exude the
last lust dews of dust.
It’s acted out so subtly, the tarred and feathered notion
of the clean, jerk and jitter
while the potency winters away from the comfort.
I could never savour the taste for long, because
I dither on the edge languishing for a while
then jump without hesitation into the abyss of frustration
I’ve walked the corridors of constant mirrored drowned clones
as your view of me is untold
You’ve lost the visceral voice that conjures passion…
dwindled the resurgence that should be you
Expectant of the impact
anticipating the pain
Bracing for my intended maim
still it never happens
yet it always does…
I still feel the rush of the wind and episodes of scenery and speed
hoping I won’t pass this quandary on through this feed
knowing this too must fade to the past
but fasting so this ill feeling won’t last
We’ve walked the corridors of constant mirrored clichéd clones
as our view of us is unknown
We’ve lost the visceral voice that conjures action…
dwindled the resurgence that should be us
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