This head on my mantle has a meaning
A truth I’ll hide inside beyond the day that I die
Sands that once were seas now devoid of feeling
A poet parched
Meant for words but the inkwell’s dry
I bled it out, bled it out
These leeches cling to my neck
(I bled it out, bled it out
These leeches cling to my neck)
I think it therefore it exists
Encased within animal hieroglyphics
I claw at the codes
To rot a legacy of the most lonely bones
All these secrets were only made to be told
So stop stalling stuttering stammering, start spitting all those pretty words I need to hear
(All these secrets were made to be told
So close your dioramic eyes and whisper all of yours)
A whip in the wings
The beast walks among us
The centre will not hold
Your God lies bound and gagged on the floor of heaven, its cold
I think it, therefore it exists
Parallels and symmetry, the shapes
Lift the veil
Touch the skin, digital porcelain
Frozen still
You look the most alive that you’ve ever been
Lift the veil
Touch the skin, digital porcelain
Lift the veil
Witness the shell that’s lost its ocean within
Sink into me
Crash over me
Collide, collide
The senses separate
As a fractal mosaic
I lunge to grab a shard
To start my universe
Waves gush out from your mask
Miasmic afterbirth
Stigmata splinters me
All ghosts take my body
Define the space between the universes
Versus the space between your synapses
(All these secrets were made to be told
So close your dioramic eyes and whisper all of yours
Be oh so careful with what you wish for
You may open your dioramic eyes and find that world long gone)
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