Opportunity rears as the night casts the shadows
to chafe the day Aniticipating the ease to plot
his ways
Willing to instigate injustice and
drink the grapes
And illustrate the
character found born to fate
Drive the knife
in deep to try to penetrate
As I convulse
rendered numb from my state
Hands are tied
my mind is fried
Shatter my comfort
resulting control denied
Your intention's no
secret in my absence
And the nightmares
concur with the flashbacks
The scene is set
for confusion the conflict oppresses
Deceptions a fruit of your wrong guesses
Begging to plant your seed
Begging to
manifest death
Begging to plant your seed
Begging to violate
Rest with your eyes
half open
And cringe at the thought of the
face who blindsides to thwart your case With no
escape from the justice prevailing
The winds
of death now die without failing
To beg and
plead to find a way to feed themselves
Of
old habits resurrected and bare
Your lies
lack evidence
You think twice about
precedence
Reality's gagged by the forces
that force the gate
And I'm reminded that
I'm the one to hate
As I sort through my
infinite mishaps I see how small I remain
The illusion has faded And what's left is a
searing pain
Disappointment throbs with each
breath that divides my path from the things
I've sown And I'm left broken As I search
for home
Pierce straight past the addage the
cliches of fools
That fool themselves by the
games that pass the days
Home is not a
residence to hang your costume
Or check your
face for the spoon
But home is your mind set
But home is your heartrest.
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