When the bristles etch the palette breathing coulor to the bare,
And barren mindscape of the canvas, blank, no longer whispers there,
Fine brush strokes of madness weaved with intention to turn insane,
And a painted heart thats torn between a broken face without a name.
I can't match rhyme with reason, I won't add numbers together,
To try and discover, fathom out, the start and end of never,
The vastness of eternity, that fact will puzzle me forever,
And the way I speak before I think so my veiws are always tethered,
Held in place with snapped shoelace, shards of dreams forgotton,
And as time has scurried through these lines the tops became the bottom,
The ceilings feeling woozy, the floors somewhere far above,
Facing a place that we've all heard of, and believe when we've lost all those we've loved,
My feet tap to the beat of silence, deafening, carrys away my soul,
And I lie in pieces on muddy ground at the pit of a bottomless hole,
I speak universal idiocy, and though no words bleed from my mouth,
Somewhere in this empty street, I know my heart is screaming out,
Breaking from its fragile strands held in place with sticky tape,
I'm looking for lifes entrance, but I've already walked through deaths escape,
Its starting to get darker now, as the sun rises from his sleep,
Closes his eyes to welcome cries of colours in disbelief,
The dynamite has blown now, destroyed me before I've lit the fuse,
I'm making sense of nothing, and everythings got me confused.
The symphony is changing, building up the rhythms flow,
And beyond my earthly vision I find the answers I need to know,
Smiling eyes that scream the truth, watching lips that 'never lie'
I'd offer you reality, but nowadays, its in short supply.
yeah. I'm confused too. Links will come.
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