I see things in silk screens
Bearing witness to a haunting scene
Distraction of horror
The Holy Ghost lurks in vindication
shadows hold spirits more true
suddenly shock funds the addict spark
To a river bed? No.
Surely misfortunes contaminate the stream
Drop the balance sheet
Chemical unbalance knows no Justice
World, it was already made before.
spilling needles into soft love
terror over ideas, being melted into minutes
meetings turn into
Soul knows No pain
knows mine in a special way
parts of me I'm scared to know
sensitivity tells me no
is that why I believe in something - someone I don't know?
My mind knows no end
Spilling over the river bend,
can it ever grasp the things I yearn to know?
Or am I stagnated into the unknown?
Spilling needles is a crime to her
Justice know no pain belonging to them
others bear no name
shot over by the plane
flyign above the same
silent witnesses to a never ending
Seeing things in silks screens
Bleeding pain for things I don't yet know
Red spills into a black void
Facts stitched together to mean something
Something I'm not ready to know-