Deep dark lost orbs spin and spin on iron thoughts
Wisdom forsaken by the touch of honey skin
Blind eyes feel the wrath of ecstasy
Sharp jagged reflecting shards toy with the ego
Memories in an endless cycle between fragments of illusion
Smiles of silver adorned faces work their magic allure
Fingers tapping the smooth glass of new promises
She is there, planted firmly, an apparition of creation
Looking back she plays out her purpose, it slices deep
Time flips and twists, flips and twists, confusion
Heavy hands slow down the mistaken pace of images
Heavy hands divide the path of evil
Heavy hands sound the trumpets of false joy
Soften the load, welcome in pain
I will be better when I sing aloud the fantasies of fear

Drew Frederic

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