XXVII

XXVII

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Between two legacy's

The needle breaks through the core.
The holocaust ended the war... 
Eyelashes through the gray soul...
Dark clouds beneath heaven. 
Tare the book from back to cover... 
Prepare for the storm.

If you haven't already... 

These were your eyes, perspective.
Now close them. 
Or die. 
Unless under we fade. 

Awaken by words...
The harmony above the shallow breaths 
Reach down from the inside...
Find the pain, here it is... 
Here's the plan,
With no door to exit...

Walking through the outer fog
Between two legacy's
Somewhere close to home...
The mocking bird sleeps.   

So if I call my raven home.
Will she ever sing? 

The needle breaks through the core.
The holocaust ended the war... 
Eyelashes through the gray soul...
Dark clouds beneath heaven. 
Tare the book from back to cover... 
Prepare for the storm.

If you haven't already... 

There's reason to think the mind has accepted its fate.

These were your eyes, perspective.
Now close them. 
Or die. 

Unless under we fade. 

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