Clisk - 1st
Kaotic.Theory - 2nd
Facial Expression
Cream with wet peaches;
Suffocate soft speeches.
Reach underneath …
.. The vocal cords;
And untangle this caress.
Colors coat the difference;
To paint these love dividends,
That's within you.
Travel loose;
With no regret,
Step forward to step,
Two steps back.
Shower me your shadow
And linger around;
…With your own emotions.
Stare with me
Into the gazes of transience,
Lying on the ground;
…To be one with the earth.
Feel that warm breeze,
Squeeze between…
… Our sterling and infatuated eyes.
Sipping our noose;
Of emotions that's wondrously;
Soothing each others minds quietly.
“Hush little lady
And don't you cry.”
Ill share n’ wrap;
You so gently with care,
Ill never let you go.
Stare at me again…
… please just one more time,
To see the “forever” I sacrifice for.
cry me thousand's
bodies of liquid's
playing violin's
vomiting sickness
remorse is plowing
an infinity of sorrow
civilians vowing
no happiness tomorrow
youthful soul's
starving for hunger
the anger is building
into a storm of thunder
so many mixed feeling's
it's raining this summer
drops of red splashing
upon this surface
culture's are clashing
war's pushing it's furthest
so understand
the moral is to learn
in this current life's lesson
that these are the mourns
of many confession's
and the action's
behind the facial expression's
