Open up this sarcophagus
Become my sweet Necromancer of light
Bring forth magic to this misery
Bring me back to life
Starred long and hard at emptiness
Till these eyes dilated demise
Killed myself over and over again
To only organize this inner pandemonium
Oh, Do you see me behind broken mirrors?
Streaming out blood acrylic cries?
Singing with empty octaves?
To a tune in the deadened air of time?
Ah, A cryptic message comes out
Secretively I fight
Trying to make my voice be heard
Hieroglyphic memoirs making my mind ignite
Words to myself
Keeping them so far away
Burying them in a forgotten tomb
In a dimension no one could ever find
But, I do want to be found
Please, Discover my own existence
Raise this soul beyond oblivion
And then bury this soul
Into the depths of post mortem recreation
And then love shall become mine
Hybrid living
By the death of my own design
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
1/28/10
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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