I collected everything the past owed me, and I only had enough to buy a
casual future, I had dreams and visions and gods that showed me, where
the market void and the breeding city sex were, but now I feel so cynical
about being cynical, although I have seen pettiness and spite soil the holy
ghost, but retribution and bloodlust are identical, the truth is wine to a lie
like a drunk who likes to boast.
Well now I live on food and I dream on flowers, and the sky is no limit to a
flightless bird, and the honey’s still sweet when the milk of paradise
sours, with my innocence ruptured print bleeds a virgin word, and the
healing is mending my flesh to new life, and the world of events has
started dreaming again, I’ve weathered the eclipse and savored the knife,
and I’ve found the bone of the Earth under this fragile skin.
Now I’m heading south facing north and all that I’ve lost, is once again
lost in all that I’ve gained, desire and misery have split the cost, but I’m
losing touch with every feeling I feigned, and I’m finding myself by not
looking so hard, and I’ll drop a trail of light when I follow the dark, and
now destiny has dealt me a wild card.