TestSubject-1138
I am an exempt relic, relegated to the past I wasn't present for; A metaphor; A spectacle
Undeveloped
Failure to thrive
Unworthy of life
Neglected
Rejected
Preserved past the point of expectin' the septic preservation of life just for spite
A delight; Naked!
Unexpected!
A dejected expression of Heaven
Holy 7's
Next! Then:
Inception
A Paradox of cost
A lost loss
The posh price of being mightily protected
An exception exceptionally excepted
Setting expectations to set sail and start swell
Well apart and profoundly past the expiration of my pathetic potential
So quite simply
My temple, is, strictly:
[Verse 1 – Condition / State]
Exposing emotional callous
A hopeless imbalance
A lonesome erotion of talent
Alone so I sip on the static
To phone in some magic
And grip microphones with my malice and madness
It's fantastic
Here's what happened:
[Chorus 1 – Silent Knife]
When every note I write is quite a silent knife, by slicing silence with spite
Quite likely to be right with de-light
And be like
Slightly inversed in verse;
Vice is just like a curse
These verses of vice are right, and vice-versa reversed
Advice adverse with mad words
Just absurd
Using bad words
As adverbs to lighten life slightly
Words mighty, tightening compliance - quite all-right; Finally!
Oh so silent
Why so quiet...?
Start a riot!
You might like it!
Cause psychic notes expose the brightest light of knives, inscribing and incising lines
Slicing silence like violent sighs
A virus with eyes
A quiet disguise
A skeleton spell felling what's felt in villains that melt into minions of Self
Beginning to begin to help
A being being itself
It be's bending its sails
Its needs symptoms it sells to its cells itself; In this sickest of hells
It was slick and you fell
Such a slippery big fail!
And it's spelled with intense pictures: Well, what else??
Written in tongues
I spit with my lungs
This venom I've sung
Thrusting twisted sickness sent distances from
A love dealt instances so intense they instantly instigate some sympathy against dense whimpering empathy;
See? It's meant to be!
An interactively
De-atrophied
Catastrophe
And that's just.... ME!
[Chorus 2 – Silent Knife (Reinforced)]
Know every note's a knife, so fine with slicing silence
Every verse a violent vice, tightening compliance
Every syllable slicing like knives slightly silent
Each verse a well-versed voice of insightful mind science
[Bridge – Self Awareness / Attempted Shift]
But.... Then?
Begin mending!
Bending this gift of Me into epiphanies; Sending
In simple speech:
A suspending and up-ending mental freeze
Making sense to me that these mysteries simply be tempting me relentlessly
Begin ingressing instantly
Reversed verses inversed in reversals mentioning
Spinning dreams in extreme circles pensively
It's ending me to keep speaking these verses into being;
Recursively written in cursive strings
[Verse 3 – Collapse into Power / Paradox]
Cuz every verse is vice supplied with violet eyes
So writing these white lies
Is quite like citing advice as insightful
You know I might just see an eye-full
And be spiteful like tightening compliance through silence
I'm a giant titan of violence
The King tyrant
My Highness striking lightning mightily when inscribing the minor curse that I have earned:
Know I am so eroded emotionally
Stoned yet floating so free
Bones are broken hopefully
When exposing gets stoned
With no overthrown thrones
Then these poems grow bones
To corrode coping crone clones
[Breakdown – Isolation / Consequence]
So when these omens are shown
To be hopeless unknowns
Then these moments condone
How I'm choking alone....
How I'm broken in tone....
My life spoken with moans
[Chorus 3 – Silent Knife (Climax Variation)]
These very notes a knife of bright insight that's slicing silence right in two
Each verse a voice of vice, tightening compliance - Is this all right with you?
Lines like loans of luck - loose loopholes legally financed
Stanzas standing to scream "See? Look, woohoo! Yup; It's mine, next!"
[Outro – Identity Echo / Image]
A ghost in the attic
An addict with bad habits
A tragic and savage empath interacting to trap it
I'm timeless
And insghtfully astute
This life likely is moot
Yet I pursue!
[Fading into spoken word here]
....I feel like a toy kept in mint condition, sittin' in its original packaging - unopened
Choking but hopeful....
"I feel as though I've been in cryostasis for 20 years - untouched and frozen, as the world stole my hope through no emotions"