|Dark Cupid|
- My lazy eyes cannot see anymore
Or is it fear?
No, im not afraid, im ... consumed, by?
Lovely Darkness.
The Day, its so beautiful - nice, comforting, pleasureful - heavenly
My pen is like the sliver lining, the anti - drug of my amphetamine
I am an experimental growth, given religion, society.. family and education
With these skills I wield a gift, rapped in countless occupations
But the key, the pen - the mind intertwined and defined as infinite
I have taken this to another level, stretched the cerebral limits
I see life as a box, and I am trapped - held .. no, I chose this scenario
Water depleads into my lungs, as if water depleading into a stereo
Static bends my body, although this cube is 6x6 centimetres in area
So I've shrunk to the size of my wealth, and doubled phobic hysteria
Inside this cage of life, I see through everyone's eyes, on six faces
With my pen, and my skin, I spill ink into the interior of myself - you’re overrated
I see you and everyone else, cascading.. hiding in a shadow
Through billions of eyes I see you, your .. dying in my shadow
And.. I turn my emotional cube - now im angry ... I turn sickly white
Ill and ; cancerous tumours .. bite the eyes of my white's .. rhetorical insight
TO my delight, your mother dies - and Im happy, glad, pleasurous like the day
Although these pictures of creation have fondled the love that I've overpayed.
Spinning now, arrows bouncing - shattering off the walls of my chamber
Stitches of white and black collide, causing red.. a tasteless flavour
My body, mind - soul .. falls for two, the broth of independence is skewed
With a bow intrecated - loaded with one arrow laced with my emotional brew
In a direction unknown, a shot is released.. but knows.. loves it's target
My cage is re- made, and I stay unawakened, trapped inside..it's lethargy
71 miles is the direct amount of space taken by the arrow...
Composed of love and hate.. and fused with bones of psychotic marrow
Throughout time the arrow crawls underground guided by fate
Predictions evolve.. predictions.. evolving .. are we too late?
Have we done wrong ? or is it love that we seek .. cupid?
71 miles .. 7 - 11; July 1st.. these timelines have grown stupid
When have we faulted, is the arrow just a symbol of death?
apocalyptically yes, and this stress remedised by the arrow is what I detest
..DO we celebrate.. July 1st, or .. hate it ? .. what emotion does cupid bring?
The truth is inside us all.. we are .. a breed of experimental .. things?
These questions confuse me, then .. my box formed around me..Failure is what i detect
- The arrow has already penetrated existence's heart
...what are we to expect?
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