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Broken In Two










Broken In Two




My mirror is cracking/
Veneer is crackling/
With the sheer ecstatic/
Electricity neither here or passed when/
My fear, it traps me/
A clear enrapture/
With the wheels of bastard/
Thoughts that keep me feeling damned for/
No reason, I hear disasters/
In the clearest pastures/
Cheering after/
I smear my actual/
Name with sneers and bad words/
Austere and dashing/
Underneath this peerless fascist/
Anxiety, it's dreary, scattering/
Me across the searing land of/
Hell, my queries capture/
The mere attachments/
I harbor towards the dearest answers/
The stillness ravaged/
A silly trap for/
A kneeling Cancer/
Incarcerated/
By the constant hatred/
Levied at himself, a walk I'm fated/
To march in slavery/
Until the end of these arduous days in/
Purgatory/
It hurts to warn these/
Perfect torches/
I carry while nauseous, tainted/
Only in my mind, but not forsaken/
Watch the pavement/
Its tarred and layed with/
Carnage breaking/
Down the walls I raised in/
A dark mistaken/
Honest wager/
Sins not pardoned, taken/
Because they were never what I thought I'd made in/
A bout of impartial claiming/
This is the start of changes/
In the hostile grating/
Grounds, take the bottle, break it/
No more hollow vacant/
Empty acting in the sorry play that/
My life is sometimes caught in chains with/
The rising dawn awakens/
The awesome ancient/
Love in me for my art and painting/
With words or a startling placement/
On this crafter's easel/
An addicts feat of/
Strength, to have an eager/
Conversation with myself that doesnt slam or beat the/
Child in me to hell and back for seeking/
Nothing at all, it had no meaning/
I'm laughing greeting/
That kid, the damned are fleeing/
Out of me for/
The last time, pallor weakly/
Returning, disaster fleeting/
As the demons/
Are trampled beaten/
Under calloused feet and/
Gnashing teeth with/
The damsel weeping/
And finally standing freely/
Answer me please/
I'm howling, pleading/
Master Gino/
Accept these grandest teachings/
These drab discreetly/
Maddening evenings/
You have to cease them/
And it stands repeating/
Ashes reaping/
After being seen so casually, seek it/
Your masterpiece and/
Paddle streams in/
To the magic seas we/
Were reborn in, banish defeatist/
Mentalities/
Through dread alchemy/
The waters you swam in singing/
And come home again/
Your soul is in/
The total mix/
Of offal, filth/
And roses bent/
Towards the sun, soaking in/
Life, they chose to win/
Focus then/
On the truth, slowly just/
As motion trends/
Towards hope again/
Dont pretend/
To be strong, just notice when/
The ghosts come in/
Then let your woeful sin-/
Ful side unload the clip/
It's fine to be broken in/
Two, because that's the most depend-/
Able position/
For the living/
Light to come coasting in/

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