It's so retrograde how we can make hate with the same hearts that love creates,/
forsaken faith is replaced by tainted mindstates driving grace into the flames of burning stakes./
Lately it seems these dreams are ripped at the seams by divine schemes streamed into silent screams/
apocalyptic scenes are beamed at a fragile being to shatter all self-esteem/
Optimistic thoughts drift as I witness my silhouette wither in the distance/
Grim Reaper taking the place of where my shadow once existed./
Corroded emotions hold late night round table meetings courtesy of Camelot garage sales/
unanimous concurrence calls for razorblade waltzes across velvet laced trails/
I resist the piercing kiss and journey into the abyss in search of happiness/
reminiscing on past grins helps my spirit ascend over stress my mind collects/

An intellect erected to digest complex sacred texts and process what's read into present mindset/
the Earth's negligence led my quest for knowledge to Nazareth/
where a blessed messenger welcomed my questions about life and death/
He too knew what it was like to be depressed/
possessed by immense sadness in every thought expressed/
destined since adolescence to spend every second second-guessing your sixth sense/
since no matter what death will always meet you in the end/
I asked Him what He thought about the rough draft to my life's plan/
He just sat back and laughed at the lack of craft in this Icarus flight path I've mapped/
"one day you'll understand that the only sure plan is to adapt."
We continued conversing about the secrets the universe concealed/
"truth is pain and pain is truth truly revealed..."/
every word reaching deeper into my heart's inner regions reeling me in to feel a feeling more than real./
He told me the meaning of life was a life of meaning/
measured not by your achievements but by the memories you breathe in./

His benevolent disposition quickly shifted direction when He explained the reason for teaching me His wisdom/
He took one last glance at the planets and sister stars and handed me the solar system./
Regardless of the honor,I couldn't accept His offer/
I opted for Him to choose someone else to be the next martyr./
He dismissed my lack of commitment and thrust me to where the limelight lit/
my sins were juxtapositioned along the lining of my vision as we switched positions on the crucifix/
winged specimens hammered nine inch nails into my wrists/
and in an instant my last bit of innocence vanished the minute the first thrown stone hit./
The nightmare expired when the Sandman rode the night mare tiredly towards the horizon/
a bright light took over my eyesight striking the fibers in my iris/
I was reunited with the comforting silence of my room as the alarm clock read nine-ish./

Cerebral forces explore my inner core with hopes of decoding this omen/
a mystic figure cloaked in a dark robe guards over the puzzle's last component./
His portrait is superimposed onto my main life-support organ/
fused together to roam through black holes until our time is chosen./
The crown of thorns I've borne forever holds the scorn my soul has worn/
and when the sun's reborn the morning mourns a life form more than torn./
There's nothing left of this lonesome angel jaded from chasing rainbows/
just a broken halo and pain only the rain knows./
But despite the hardships, I'm still convinced that life's not a bitch/
just a fairy tale princess pissed cause the prince for which she wished turned out to be a dick/
and now she's stuck with a matrix-glitched existence topped off with a blistered image of marital bliss./
Staring into the mirror as I finally confront the blemished replica it reflects/
I take a deep breath, open my chest and have a beautiful train wreck......

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