UnbornBuddha
03-19-2019, 07:44 AM
I saw daddy today,
He didn't mutter a word to save his grace.
Another childhood memory gladly erased.
Happily we'll play ballgames in the alleyway
All was great until it wasn't. Transient change
That to this day, I can't wrap my brain around it.
Primordially shout it, just to feel a release about it.
I became him, the animalistic king with narcissistic needs.
The Scar tarnishing Mufassa's dreams; part of me
Unwantingly illuminated watching this dark scene.
Which wound now do I apply this scar cream?
Sparsely spread it everywhere, so the bloodstream
Has a cathartic dose to soften a hardened heart bleed.
Pardon me, for partly bombarding you with the artistry.
I wholeheartedly apologize for bringing light to forgotten things,
Deep subconscious themes.
Whispering, come my sweet, succumb to me.
Compulsively go because it sounds so lovingly.
Now, I'm drunk for weeks, just to not feel a thing.
The crimson phoenix enveloped by the fire within.
Practicing my smile again, pretending to exist therein.
Enraptured in the cycle of bliss. Chasing primitive urges
With limited purpose because we live in a circus
Haunted by similar persons whose spirits curse us.
It's the unknown. And on that note, oh no,
Back to diagnosing the degree of your numb soul
By looking at the thickness of your tongue coat.
Just whoah, it's quite impressive.
But that's okay, its a perspective.
Nothing to do with your grand imperative;
Just a bland detour in a firsthand narrative.
He didn't mutter a word to save his grace.
Another childhood memory gladly erased.
Happily we'll play ballgames in the alleyway
All was great until it wasn't. Transient change
That to this day, I can't wrap my brain around it.
Primordially shout it, just to feel a release about it.
I became him, the animalistic king with narcissistic needs.
The Scar tarnishing Mufassa's dreams; part of me
Unwantingly illuminated watching this dark scene.
Which wound now do I apply this scar cream?
Sparsely spread it everywhere, so the bloodstream
Has a cathartic dose to soften a hardened heart bleed.
Pardon me, for partly bombarding you with the artistry.
I wholeheartedly apologize for bringing light to forgotten things,
Deep subconscious themes.
Whispering, come my sweet, succumb to me.
Compulsively go because it sounds so lovingly.
Now, I'm drunk for weeks, just to not feel a thing.
The crimson phoenix enveloped by the fire within.
Practicing my smile again, pretending to exist therein.
Enraptured in the cycle of bliss. Chasing primitive urges
With limited purpose because we live in a circus
Haunted by similar persons whose spirits curse us.
It's the unknown. And on that note, oh no,
Back to diagnosing the degree of your numb soul
By looking at the thickness of your tongue coat.
Just whoah, it's quite impressive.
But that's okay, its a perspective.
Nothing to do with your grand imperative;
Just a bland detour in a firsthand narrative.