Quiet Eyes
Built for the future. A littered expanse. Jaded and stuck in place. Like old papers. Pinned to a peeling wall. Improbable and indistinguishable. Released into submission.
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Built for the future. A littered expanse. Jaded and stuck in place. Like old papers. Pinned to a peeling wall. Improbable and indistinguishable. Released into submission.
Piloting through distant skies. Chasing the setting sun. Moving slowly beyond reach. Invisible clouds of glass. Shattered into a million seas. Pouring through the cracks. Broken down and worn out.
Frozen cold miscalculation. Spinning through endless oceans. Sprouting fourth like dying seeds. Blown apart by a silent wind. Guided by visions of grandeur. Slipping away by the moment.
Slipping from view. Silently erected in despair. Prolonged visitation. Created by my mind and sweat. But it's all over now. Swept under the carpet of time. Building it up just to take it apart.
Ageless ambition. Passing through foreign skies. Reacting violently to ourselves. Controlled by rage and greed. Practically erasing the end. Yet forging another distinct path. Seemingly less apparent.
Escaping insanity. Through continuous corruption. Silenced by a contagious scream. Piloting the depths. Reanimated deception complete. Ageless barriers broken. Surrender to the end.
Exhausted diary of dead dreams. Emptiness beacons me quietly. A vortex of built up emotion. Shifting in and out of phase. A paradise broken and shattered. Two streets but only one road.
Echoing remnants of tomorrow. Forced through tiny cracks in the broken concrete sand. A picture of better days gone by. Slipping through my bleeding hand. Escaping the only way home.
Blurred. Visions of despair. Kaleidoscopic emotions. Crystallized in fear. Bathed in perfect harmony. Generating a faint illusion. Of what once use to be. Blistering the cracks of time.
I question everything. I question all the things I know. I question who we are. I question where to go. I built it up inside. A crumbling wall of broken dreams. It all just fell apart.
Extinction a livid expression of tomorrow tracing elements affixed to the sky in blades of glory destined for execution.