Remote Coagulation - Harlots

This is the space between what we think buried in these walls are writings

As in desert caves the haunted stairway of mind down below the broken steps of

your soul

I want to taste a different place turning gears that rewind replay time and

resurface the landscapes of our pain

Will the future whisper to the past and tell me I’m alright

Now the quiet leads me brings me back I feel the years worth of tears well up

one neuron at a time with surgical precision

Sharpened stones and muffled tones echo against hollow walls where even days

are shaded grey with the complexity of death

All must end to begin help me find truth the place that the wave finally breaks

will show I cleared my mind

So that common sense could take over but it always keeps coming back again

replacing words

And acts help me find truth gagging at the volume of raw data passed on through

time longing to be merely a crevice in my mind

This feeling they’ve found the answers are here under buried stones so old

What is the meaning of life but to live we are lying to ourselves for ourselves

realizing that it never ends

Some mysteries are better left alone all this weighs on my mind reckless I

stand amid the roar I hold questions