The Sirens cry (kissing the curved blade.)

As I see...
The riddles wink at me.
My emotions form puddles that never leave.

They run and flow through the gutters inside.
Where they belong... (Non-exsistant) there they belong.
The vision born, too hard to tell where to begin.
And where they end.

Because...
It's like throwing gasoline in my eyes.
Sparking conflict planted and unprotected.
It's the gasoline thrown in my eyes.
Blocking my mind from the vision within.

Gift to me...
A left handed blessing.
Directly cursing at the stain glass.

The stained glass, that lied to me.
The divine songs, that led the useless.
That stained glass, lied to me.

Disappointment you find me again.
Laying where I was left for the the greater cause.
In disappointment I sigh again.
Hoping to relieve this familiarity.

Because...
It's like throwing gasoline in my eyes.
Sparking conflict planted and unprotected.
It's the gasoline thrown in my eyes.
Blocking my mind from the vision within.

Miracles I'll take you for granted.
In efforts to bend the stigma.


For ages it's been done wrong.

Miracles I'll take you for granted.
In efforts to bend the stigma.



For ages I have been gone.
Kissing the curved blade.

Against my will.

Because...
It's like throwing gasoline in my eyes.
Sparking conflict planted and unprotected.
It's the gasoline thrown in my eyes.
Filling my eyes with lies... (and the)

And the sirens cry.
My perfect picture is in ruins.
And the sirens cry.
Kissing the curved blade.

Reviews

[Natalie C]

Once again a very thought provoking piece;

Really loved this part;

Disappointment you find me again.
Laying where I was left for the the greater cause.
In disappointment I sigh again.
Hoping to relieve this familiarity.

Something I think we all know all too much about, that dreaded feeling, the emptiness ...

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very interesting descriptive piece, nicely done. For some reason religion comes to mind after reading this. I may be way off in my interpretation, but a great write.