Permanent Days Unmoving - Downset

The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone

The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold

I know the method lips drawn wide to turn and sway

To smile behind the biting tongue.

Each of us danced well in lies

The hand the handle and the sword

Lies there are those of us who will embrace lies and yet if it comforts us we

will do what lies do…

When I confess there is no truth demons remain sleepless inlove with blood

starved souls forgotten without sounds…

Between birth and death lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the

living

Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces

IT grows into a stillness and we will responde lies can I speak of deepest

deaths unseen…

Pearl teardrops will fall from the faces of undeserved suffering… Forcing

Permanent days unmoving…

Slicing clean but not as deep and waht equals scars will tell pain runs hard

hate runs clean and on the floor your whitlings fell

Because this monster begets the monster…

Myself and the thorn of fear that the selfsame well from which my laughter

comes would also bleed with my tears…