ugly sounds playing over and over
salty ponds rolling down a cliff
a face that doesn't quite capture the vision
everything so sad, cravings
wanting something that doesn't exist
bitting me when i'm so still
they roll down, such beasts
they howl and scream for ears
they leave me to be holy, gray like roman candles
they bend in their mystical ways
creating lines of disappeared lives
to cure my insanity through age
through the pains of humanity
to disease me to the black roads of heaven
to have me pass through bribed angels
to say what i have to say to the face of god
power in my mighty words
"oh thou beauty, oh thou skin"
they do not understand you not even in the times of crisis, paranoia or deceit
but i do, so mend me like the broken sea
like the spiders on the moon
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