The Path Of The Burnt Out Candle Smoke
Just a different style I'm trying out ;)
emptiness conserves the cranium in walls of liquid functions
negligence is a the unseen vision of tarnished perfections
deception seeps through the wounded iris and floods the spectrum
while the lungs hung silently the grimacing heart pounds the echo drum
with each echo the memories return and turn to violent disorders
a flash of heat melting the conscience of logic’s borders
and I’ve tried to see eye to eye but was lied to be blind men
diving into a puddle of ink that reveiled malice intentions
threw words, I stained the pages of sanity never mentioned
Pollution runs rapid and inflicts weak through the domino effect
"These are big shoes to fill" I said but continued with baby steps
while the widows wept I kept my spotlight focus on development
the sky dried with a crying ground but the apocalypse seems irrelevant
The ignorant wise men mumbled intelligent facts of the fruits of life
But humankind’s concepts bit the holes of worms threw eternal light
The fight of turmoil burns deep with in life’s candle and wick
But we put out the flames to paint images in the dark we depict
With strict guidelines where breaking the boundaries of acoustics
Trying to submerge the eight ball with a frail warped pool stick
So as the thoughts conclude I ask what is the true meaning of life
