open up your sacred heart
permeating through radio static
swallow the blue mountain
imagine something that never happened
something that left us remembering
we tried to bring the night back to life
soulless statue, boundless strife
the hollow darkness of the room shakes me
glowing gloom where shadows loom
my fingers are tied to ribbons of poisoned ink
prosperous thoughts in my idle mind
we drink lemonade and cold whispers of dreams
haunt me like wandering eyes in wilderness
I belong here, longing to know my flickering childhood
deceived by time, pulling smoke through the window
I won't say a word, Mr. Syndicate
sunflowers wilt in ubiquitous vase light
cast upon acquiesced shade
pulsating plasma bleeding in dark silence
dance with the night's confounded light
helpless in the shade of autumn's breeze
I tried to erase the hedonism from the canvas
but the pain is too much to forget
art is the death of us, the last train to nowhere
the gold heart around my neck flickers
young blood in sullen frames can't forget
the dew after the rain disintegrates before us
the moon calling my name
find me in the trees, find me in the water
restless smoke through these sleepless towns
shine like celestial moonlight, wandering
we are wild in our ways
in a place of colour, in violent skies
sunflowers wilt in ubiquitous vase light
cast upon acquiesced shade
pulsating plasma bleeding in dark silence
dance with the night's confounded light.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2022 19:53
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Comments1
"Art is the death of us, the last train to nowhere."
Wow! Powerful words. I like your use of structure and vocabulary. Makes for en engaging read.
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