A Vivid Betrayal

To kill is to love again

The freedom is massive beyond words...

The past is the past if it's accurate

I sing the blues on a lonely road

Behold the deja vu that is reeling

The hearts of the souls do rise

And I am no longer convinced

That love is just a number

The acquiescence that feeds me berates

And the long drive home is ever so soothing

I cannot tell a tale from a tail

For it is all so confusing

The lies of such slumber

Behold the deaths of many things

Buried in the past

And alas,

I am finally bleeding

The depths of my soul

For my soul bleeds heavily for you

In what world does a vivid memory trigger all?

For I am vivid in detail

The lily-white paintings on the ceiling

Convey a memory I can't destruct

For this memory is very special to me

For the ceiling is rare

It defines everything that I'm living in

The base of structure ensues my face

And alas,

Truly I am not urgent

For if I was urgent, I would die

Alone at last is the final picture

The picture of victory

For a vivid betrayal climbs these walls

And every rose is lost in the bunch;

I often wonder about my mother, once again

Truly inflated is the tension up the stairs

This crying riddle is just one of many

For tears do not rush down the stairs

And there is a certain habit

One has to face,

And it is a habit of all habits

I can't obscure...

And truly the light is on before dawn!

The ghost of recreation exists

And shall we live on an earth that is fraudulent?

So many tears have seen the light!

And such rage is the age of nevermore

The walls of yore have shown

And tomorrow is the visit from grace

Such grace makes her age known

Through voices from the dead...

And roses lie on my bed once more

I am forever driven to repent

For Jesus is a lady in red

Her heart bleeds once more...

And I can't deny

The savage in your eyes

What dawn is dead instead?