A Synthetic Soul

Embers, Flames, and Ashes

Perilous by nature,
the embers, flames, and ashes
are Tempestuous.

The metamorphosis was impressive I admit
Stones and silhouettes
are cast in different ways
bending me
to make me break.

Stricken by the venom. dripping wet with malice.
Vicious is the viper, that slithers in the passage.
Relish the endeavor amid the shade and shadows.
I've encountered many in the places of my travels

Among the torpid amenities
that lay awaiting in the land
of devastation.
Manifesting desperation,
and the egotistic arbitration
laid in place and baited by the enemy.

Break away

The path is narrow where the souls are plastic,
and the frigid air feels fantastic.
When you breathe in, and exude
like a psycho laughing madly back at you.

As he dances like a flame
through the embers
and the ashes.

Tragically succumbing
to this precious duality.
Filled and Full of passion
it's become so hypnotizing.

Break away

Living like there's no horizon
that separates the darkness
from the light that's fading
from the sky.
Living like there's no horizon
that separates the darkness
from the light that's fading
into nothing.

Thus void the conscience
That Breaks away
Thus void the conscience
That Breaks away.

Void is the conscience.

Break away




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