A Synthetic Soul
Shaded Iris
Faithfully he buries the apprehension
emitting from his eyes.
This evoking hunger is proving much colder
than his lonesome life.
A bead of sweat traverses a separate body,
than the one he longs to feel
as he tenders to this calling,
only echos spill from his softly spoken lips.
The ecstasy upon him now intensifies,
as his pupils swallow every ounce of light.
No way of taking this from him now,
his eyes they're reaching for the back of his mind,
Shading his iris from the scorching sight
of the reality he no longer seeks to find.
Mercy hangs in dwindled light,
now no restraint is chaining him to this ground.
Hoping to unearth the bitter roots
proving to make the vultures smile.
To leave behind his raking first
that mine for blood from brittle minds.
Every thought fleeing a twisted tongues grasping touch.
A dream spewing forth in cadence
regard for the ashes he resembled once.
After this nothing else could ever satisfy you,
Forgiving his body for all the pain it bears,
No way to culture a volt of electric life,
as it still finds excitement when it reigns.
A vulture's wing still soars, as his nostrils flare
now sensing a sudden degree of change.
Leaving behind the leering bruises
manipulated by colliding worlds, to be forever grateful.
emitting from his eyes.
This evoking hunger is proving much colder
than his lonesome life.
A bead of sweat traverses a separate body,
than the one he longs to feel
as he tenders to this calling,
only echos spill from his softly spoken lips.
The ecstasy upon him now intensifies,
as his pupils swallow every ounce of light.
No way of taking this from him now,
his eyes they're reaching for the back of his mind,
Shading his iris from the scorching sight
of the reality he no longer seeks to find.
Mercy hangs in dwindled light,
now no restraint is chaining him to this ground.
Hoping to unearth the bitter roots
proving to make the vultures smile.
To leave behind his raking first
that mine for blood from brittle minds.
Every thought fleeing a twisted tongues grasping touch.
A dream spewing forth in cadence
regard for the ashes he resembled once.
After this nothing else could ever satisfy you,
Forgiving his body for all the pain it bears,
No way to culture a volt of electric life,
as it still finds excitement when it reigns.
A vulture's wing still soars, as his nostrils flare
now sensing a sudden degree of change.
Leaving behind the leering bruises
manipulated by colliding worlds, to be forever grateful.
