S.H.D.I.A
Dedicated to Luc Perez
Shadows on the hallways, on the corner where they lay. Energy is gaining momentum. I let the candle wax drip onto the canvas. In the name of death go into eternity. The Lights keep flickering and all the doors are shunned by my own hands. Drip down from the faucet I lean my head back to recline. Tap down my skull so I can confess one last time. Unplug the wires, don’t say a word. Unplug the wires, im embedded in a curse. Show me my first mercy. Looked at the glass thirsty. Limbs all over my sheets. Can’t recognise whose skin it is anymore. Picket fence, whom are you guarding tonight. Whom are you keeping close, do I surrender? What is the use when there is no hinges to let a fence door swing. What is the use when there is no flock to follow or lead like a king
You’re only sick as your secrets
Thank you for shining your light in a world full of darkness
I cry at night just to smile the next day.
My heart is beating, blood rushing I feel so alive,
One step at a time
Why did god take 2 of my best friends mothers away on the same year, they aren’t the ones who deserved it
Might as well take me, I’m the one who never repented
There will be days where I wouldn’t eat
There would be days where I wouldn’t talk
There were days where I couldn’t walk
There was a time where I was by myself
Then, there is us.
All around me. All along.
Then.
Only then did I eat my words
Only then did I talk the talk
Only then did I walk the walk
Because
Mother was crying on the white table. Tablecloths were set and the plates were empty. Hot steam rose from the food.
My little brother crying on the sofa.
Haunted by the image, was a man at the end of the hallway holding a kitchen knife.
Glistening, we locked eyes.
I pray it was a nightmare, till this day.
STANDBY BESIDE THE GREEN MACHINE WAS A PRISTINE SMILE, HEARTFELT MESSAGES EXCHANGED BETWEEN 2 TILES UNDERGROUND. A LIFELESS GAZE LEFT HIS FACE, TO THE OTHER UNFAZED OR AMAZED? A BREATHE TO COMPILE THE DAY. IS IT OF ANY IMPORTANCE FOR WHOME HE MAY? STILL DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY, COMES A BLISSFUL PAUSE OF ACCEPTANCE. FOR WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT AND MILES WE STRODE. THE NIGHT WAS WORTH WHILE- FROM A BACK OF A TATE RECIEPT
Water dripping from the ceiling, I see reflections of myself up there
Fire burning from the ground, I see the the people that I’ve let go downstairs
Dancing lonely in the modest bathroom with no robe
While listening to the silence of the sewn mouths as they like to stay low
Mind sleepwalking as a tortoise
Do a crooked dance on the hallway as fast as the hare
Weekends collide, do we truly care
Words are no longer kept
Base it all on the fleeting emotion of a threat
Lock the door shut, is that all i know
Key pickers on the outlook
All the doors I look for are in the same room i locked myself in
Has it always been myself that has an owner
Where is there a god that created me
Under my shoe is where it hides
All I am, a throwaway kind
Still here, despite it all
