In my mind’s eye – Towns crumble as time dies
Our contractual demise, signed by the whine of a child’s cry
Blind, I pass the last of the dead, lumped in a heap
And weep as they feast on the blood of the weak
The beasts that come from within those with souls like paper, so thin
Possessing their minds, with lines on how life’s greater with sin
They want me, they must dine on the fruit of their lust, and so
I’m hung from earth strings - the things that move this puppet show
Trapped in a box, locks secure, I can’t die, but I can’t breathe
Ripping apart my mind and my heart, trying to get free
These scars connect me to the stars – I shine from afar
Blinded from power, a kind designed to devour,
Widows sweep their husbands ashes, children leaking blood from gashes
Dull thuds of lashes, tears mix with rain, while my mind’s puddle splashes
Each man is the same, unity is formed by misery
For in death we’re all the same, our hate is long gone – it’s history
But I’m not down with regretting, or forgetting all these cultures
So throw me aside to die….I’m ready for the vultures
They pick apart every little bit of art, that I store inside,
My skin is tore as I lie on the floor and hope this storm subsides,
I feel her fingertips fade away, as I try to grasp, but she floats,
In to the horizon, past the last of the boats,
The sun beating upon my back, I stare wistfully in to space,
And feel her grace, as her face leaves all fear erased
The bubble bursts, as we laugh at his saliva covered shirt,
He tries to mumble words, but his mind just fumbles first,
He cries, but he’s not hurt, eyes full of sobriety and faith
And I know, until I die, I’ll try to keep him safe
I’ll show him life is a game, so just left-click, and aim,
Shoot down your problems, and I know I might seem insane,
But always remember to keep your pace,
Good things come to he who waits
There’s nothing that you need to chase,
Nothing in this life is achieved with haste,
Please embrace, enjoy this world, and drink from its roots,
Live in it, don’t just drop by and sing when it suits,
It will be your companion, your teacher, and your lover,
Love, hold, and cherish, and this life won’t bring you under,
I watch as your eyes gleam, your hair shines, and your mind beams,
I go to kiss you….But I get dragged away from this wild dream.
In My Mind’s Eye.
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Originally Posted by The Witness
