Dead Words

Walk the shadow world, tear stained streets
the cracked mirror plains, the addicts dark retreats
this circus freak show hell, the tightrope off which you fell
the thin white line, carnival drums beat out a farewell

Take the road alone, don't turn back
never look behind, never know whose ready to attack
the flames rise, hate surges, can't control this urge
through the flowing curtains, funeral hum plays its dirge

Place your mind in a box, try to watch it from the outside
see it blow from the explosive thoughts as the high subsides
study the flaws, the doors closed to all but yourself
as the walls close in, the mirror world shows only bad health

Flow through the cracks, look at the faces staring back through pin point eyes
powder keg ready to blow, needle points out another downward slide
try to find a path through the haze of a foggy cold embrace
as the cold sweat drips across your face

Try to reflect on the image stuttering in the mirror
the aged skin, bags where your eyes should be, body so much thinner
with shaking hands take another hit, as the brain fails to connect
push aside the thoughts of all the lives left wrecked

You try to find some relief, however brief, in the lies you weave
as you lay in your shrouded, brain clouded, chemical addled land of make belief
lost stories untold, never to be heard
as the bell chimes on those dead words

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.