Wearer Of The Night

by unknown   Dec 20, 2004


Alcoholic, diabetic to the salt on my lips
The snow infect my every vein, a dark complex mutiny
Black is the colour of your face, in my eyes in see no colours…
Diagnostic in my life, you’re my calculator…

You are a chemical caused fear, a make-believe tear rolling down my cheek…
Born in my eyes, you concur me, lessen me…
Live down my cheek, your hate for me, its mystical…
Die on my lips, you poison me, deliver me to your world……

Dreams of a future, a wakeful destiny… Your jar is going to open and let me out…
The fly you have trapped before with reawaken and fight your tainted web…
Impotent are their little wings, fight so hard I’ve lost everything…
Silver rose they try to get to, awaken in a dark, cold place…
Shaken in a disgraceful way, open all your inner guilt’s today…

A buzzing in my mind, it’s stinging me, stinging me….
You have taken everything, wrapped me in a web of pain..
To sticky I can’t escape, place my leg in the wrong place…
A pray that you neglect, a predator to obsess over… a black hollow face…
I can not replace these things that you have torn from me, it’s not a grace,
to have you model me… do you know this feeling that burns me deep down?
Have you got the bruising of a crown, you’re like a sin of infection, meddling in my minds complexion…

The weaving of your web, a coin of double head, a wish upon a star, an eyelash gone so far… You may think that it debatable, an intent of forsaken souls… But if you look in the blank holes, you will see that it’s all plain, there is nothing to regain…
We must all remain here, in a broken world of ice, freezing till the judgement day, till we open our eyes, you will see and pay for your sins and lies…
Tragic accident of mortified mind, blazing and burning you from the inside, a hateful stare, a resentful casualty, nothing to compare...
Nothing to compare..

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