Stepping Stones; your face is blistered
Method
Axeshun
surpressed manics of time with a feature
an early present from the lone santa; a demonic creature
can stand the will left belittled and derailed
left in my own pacings of hidden shells of shadows that dwell
minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days
as my life turns to ashes from the bone marrowed into dismay
come as you go, leave as you please
as i came you turned away so i just turned and left with the breeze
eyes burn black with veins of color red impress
dialect a message from the brain to the body to shut down as an effect
posted as a missing soul; a grievance with a carton
milk boxed figure; im hovered over with emotions clashed as a pardon
Pit....
..........Pat
Pit....
..........Pat
The water drips as im looking for you my lord
struck in the heart with such a malice more stronger than a sword
im sworn into this pain; vowed into this mess
The beat of brute madness dances with a dagger to my very chest
"breathe" i say... so come as you go, leave as you please
as i have come to a conclusion; as i lean against the widowed tree
Let me unwine to speak of such a mind...
It somehow seems that overdosing on sobered potions is only boasting
To my life wandering depth souls close in a slower motion, it's so impulsive
My skull quakes it waits for no spirit over drastic measures, in time
Tight ropes envisioned by most such as plastic pressure; there’s a thin line
From death to life we are left to write with a sacred night to be forgotten
Never the less the severing flesh has never been fresh, just old and rotten
From poor doctrines not known to the tomb stones of who wanders
The demon hunter, so called the one to resume to consume monsters
Rooms of doom confirm the dark the and only sets the path of stepping stones
Facials blurs and racial slurs which is only creating a segregated metronome
An infant still in his womb killing the blooms of those that walk in the darkest
Nightshades with another baby in the corner: a pale, stiff carcass
Follow me to meet a friend...
Peter pan fanned across the ocean to tap me with his wand
Letting me know that he would always be the best friend I’d ever want
Creating diverse scenarios of playtime madness
He tricks to treat a shadow lurking with silent feet; covered blackness
Blind to world and def to a movement SCORCHED on this throne
I am left home alone in a corner beating my head just to say my mind was blown
Chromed with metallic fingerings caressing a figure
That belonged to me with guitar strumming; with all five fingers
I’ve left this hidden massacre to lay a sleep in peace
I leave a heavy note with a burden across the reader’s heart to weep