Survivor Allowance
Heavy hands hold the strings attached.
they pull pain ebbing to snuffs out all facts
His face curls up and his pupils dilate
like a fire struck his young face
Survivor allowance keeps his cash afloat
soaked with the blood of his father.
to crack and turn the sickening brown color
and seep deeper into his wounds
leaving more than a scar but a
troubled soul, screened by a curtain call
yet life was still there bubbling from the gash
with hands folded over his mouth
and screams muffled by music
his hair a haggard mess and his motives
a torn misshapen beast he calls "fate"
Irreversible to the core,
though the blow softens, as lips brush his ear
and whispers catch his mood
and holds it suspended in the air
but when left alone again he seeps back
in a valley where the shadows open up
lurking under the cliffs, that life etched out
this all sets it off, magnetically pulling that depression
forever tarnished from the beginning to the end
This is the way he thrives
he eats the darkness and molds new frontiers
shape-shifting his soul into oblivion where
in the middle of a makeshift hell, he crafts tranquility
can you relate?
ignorance is bliss, so i don't blame yourself if you can't.
and he envy's the ones that can't
like the fruit Eve took without hesitation,
reeking ever so softly of innocence,
id take the same substance and crush it under my foot
and laugh in Adams face for not knowing that...
variety is the true fruit of life.
Redefined with nature by association
he named himself a child of passion and earth
putting soil beneath his tongue
and exhaling as a plant does
wind shifting life into this shell of a man
scraping his face and rekindling the fire hidden within
when all feels lost and misshapen,
and that it will never change,
bear the tragedy with pride
and afterwards recline in thought
As often brutal as truth is....
find laughter stuck between the lines
even the oldest crippled soul can smile
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