Past Notes Vol.4
As Riddles
Tie tongues While treasure Is tossed Into the void Of Hell Nothing Contests The past memories Something so scorned, To have never been seen
No Fantasies
Just tragedies No spark Passion Heat Or flame Your only seeing, Downfall Bad luck Swollen eyes And rewound pain Sharing the blame, While going insane Forgetting what day it is Asking yourself, What is love like? Trying hard to see, While blinded by sight Hoping to drift off trail Into the light Cradling your innocence Just to throw it Into the wood chipper Passing your thoughts Through a broken strainer
Look past Yourself
To see what you are A connected vibration Dressed in The scars of an Ego Remapping the barren lands Looking for a place To hide From civilization Time to breathe Time to bleed Seeing what you've become Preparing the journey Back to where, You were always at one
© 2014 Skyler DeCristoforo