My eyes

I want to make you feel nasty. Down right down and out and dawn light will drown the scars out. Boy scout medical paranoia will take your transmissions and twist them into -

submission

- taught around your minds, dark, in this nightmare you skylark. Fly, fly high, deep into the violet sky. Bruises pressed into your skin, squeezed into your mind, your memories bend like a bow bent -snap, broken in two for the sake of making a meager metaphor mend.

_Deep dark depths man, I went there just then. Couldn't speak, couldn't find no friend and man I swear that my fears were not hell bent but beginning to ferment in the hellish flames._

_Man, couldn't even put two and two together, they pushed apart like polar opposites and my reasoning cascaded down in salty drops from my pulsating crown._

*Breathe deep, fail to do so could see your conscience snap.*

_Never slept before this time before, never knelt before this throne before and felt the roar of a thousand collosal truths._

_So lacking in heartfelt energy - that could have been the final flight for this horrible verse._

_It was so deep, so dark, that my body repulsed the heat and pushed out droplets of energy and thoughts to cool down this machine, of sorts._

_I wish I remembered clearly,
I wish I could tell you dearly,_

_And now I'm here._

_Maybe I should just drop it? - Just fucking drop it and let it go_

_But I've never felt that way before._

_Never known how much I would be in uproar_

_when words were respected no more_

_and enemies used them to mop the floor_

_after they blew your head off with a metaphor._

_False lies, perverted since ages ago..._

_Lie strong in the heart's of old men._

_And many cannot understand.
Many minds cannot bend back,
or even bend at all,
they are so tightly strung to one side,
that they cannot see the lie,
if only they had my eyes.
If only they had my eyes.
If only -_

_I'll give them my eyes.
I won't let words be the enemy.
Compassion, understanding, knowledge and faith will befriend the vehement solemnity that encased my soul.
But I broke free._

_They shall have my eyes.
However, I shant go blind.
For what I see colours my mind,
and they can never take that from me,
nor mankind
as long as we stand for truth,
unity, love._

_White doves fly high.
La phenix rises from the ashes.
The pendulum swings back,
As the truth spreads through the masses,_

_They shall have my eyes._