Nothing of a man was he.
His true face of sleep, a deception.
Fell through all the way to the bottom,
but Learned to hold on.
Again we vowed not to hold sacred
But to damn that hollow gaze.
Unsteady on these shorelines
Mute to an unthought scream.
Another word fell silent
Like the static in our eyes.
Against all fleeing logic
We let our minds go blank.
Why define ourselves
by misguided light?
How can we receive the static?
Each blink of light an accused.
Each shadow an assassin.
Crawled the outer rim
With my back exposed.
The shadows unending
Fighting off all the stares.
Must Nullify the ego,
How can we receive the static?
Uh!
It's Fear that strangles spirit.
Denial speaks the truth.
It's Fear that Crushes me and you.
Wicked is the mind,
Wicked are these clever words.
Give me the static!
©infj-loki
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