isolation drills
and chills of the winter that's approaching
numb my pain like frostbite
and i might maintain my sanity
through the long night
do it all wrong until it's all right for a spell
decimate the time duration
with an incantation for the ages
i'll commit to these pages
like sacred information
racing through the metacinematic passion
in a beautiful tandem
fire in the eyes and it seems
i can smell the gasoline
if you know what i mean
burn 'em all like the Mad King
and sing for the therapy
for some concept of longevity
when i realize that severing ties
might be the only way to survive
in a postmodern strife
sorrows are lost on time
in the confines of future paradise
dark cells with a dominating half-life
induce stress that feels very much
like a twisted knife
instill a healthy dose of healing for real
before i hit 'em with the phoenix reveal
promises unspoken
the wheel will be broken
black op mission in motion with momentum
slow venom has entered the system
to christen a new batch of victims
lethal injection personified
more quantity means more to monetize
meaning notoriety will be on the rise
like a high water mark
from what i surmise
it's round about zero dark thirty
still too early for awakening
those taking in the steps of this journey
might be a bit too vivid
for a spirit that has yet to live it
counteraction to a casual form of navigation
within the manifestation of random placement
monumental wake as i break through
the unseen spaces
proceed to crying freeman
to avoid going off the deep end
or deepening the sense of empathy
so intense it feels like another physical specimen
has joined the regiment
army of one about to come undone
and succumb to the beauty of the songs
that remain unsung
locked in creation anticipation
patiently waitiing
this author is similar to Siddhartha
on the search for the balance
of a silent partner
writing lifelines
but they tend to take on the form of a rhyme
most every time