Fragments of Time

Prestige To A World of Uplifting Misery

I should bring prestige back to disease
A foundation for the transfer of energy
Perhaps that is what prevails, life pouring into the world

A scorned soul diseased could not be more free
Fighting with blood to spill and fill a thousand seas
Striving and with pains to sing, a soul given to the world

Last Words
what refuge do we truly have
to dream where our treasures lie just out of reach,
to alter our minds and be haunted by the ghost.
to deny and bleed from the inside
to perceive and understand and see the hopelessness come to form

and what choice do we have but to die inside
bury the stench under the soil and say those words


Burden burning inside
Faith has a way
To hold you
To hang you inside out

but there is nothing inside
for faith to find
and all the light comes from the sky
and still, I never see you there


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