Revelation on Route 66
by Mindless1
Been waging battle with this God or demon in your pretty schism--the cage of the crow his teeth at my throat, blood and snow a rose painted with plastic tears melting all this pain with her afterglow from rapture came softest rain falling And though it cleansed you of my sorrow This raging rain could not keep me afloat Though the spring music will send me flowing through the thunder and rage You want to be alone After tonight, I will believe the unsolvable in my house of stone blinking though losing grasp If only I could show you through splits in the pane if only I could reprogram my brain my portrait so well aligned with machines like a Juvenile hero, a molded Nero in the tragic beautiful breakdown to be the fool with the crown in her virginal gown, now a hero when each intrepid insanity is manifold cancer of the mind blinded, centrefold, I'll wait for the hole I'll watch as you dig that beggar's hole And I'll wait for the nails in my soul And I will watch you raise the dead As the eye was drawn it could not hold And it is kind of funny, looking back unsaid though my focus always set a priori, there is revelation in the mix in this, a sweet story is kind of funny When in its tragic wake, there's darkness Mary Come back, split the white for red I'm waiting out the grave diggers blood boiling in heaven sevens Capitalism is breeding I find it kind of revealing |
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