February 15, 2015
By Eian Orange
Can You See Your Mistakes Now?
Oh, my sweet, your darker stride leaves too many stains.
You have no more than simple mojo pumping through those veins.
Are you in control? Or do they rule your waking world?
Fantasy time has come to a drastic end, little girl.
We wish to work with your spirit while your roots remain out to get you
Know your mysterious enemy, hurry up, illusory sorrows surmount, corrupt all the way through
Your own vanity will negate an outermost vortex window of opportunity
How many ways must you be told, puny known prostitute of poverty?
You say you speak directly to the dead,
Yet you haven’t the ability to interpret what they’ve said.
My own beloved deceased have asked you to speak right to my face.
Expose yourself to more than this ever-dimming safe place.
You were expecting me weren’t you? Mystery represents the enemy of truth
My house is your prison, we must shake you to wake you
Confusing symbols sixty four fearful words, overturn your super powers unto me
Whom are you serving? This blue poet prophet? Your filth lingers unworthy
We shall stir you or still you as truth tortures a yellow fool
More visions of sorrow suppress lust of result without an unnecessary tool
Does your life seem like a horror story? It remains how you look at it that counts
You wouldn’t wake up, sister, you will profess the key “sorry” when time runs out
I know that you’ve been afraid of the big bad void.
Your arts remain little more than an “I’m rubber you’re glue” toy.
Emptiness fills what forgery you deny inside your own mind.
I don’t need confirmation, I’ve been given the clearest sign.
Your fears stand justified from abuse of every kind.
But don’t you loosen those demons upon me and mine at any time.
I will clean up after the mess that you left.
I must say, what you did amounts to petty theft.
Stealing fire from the hearts of a flaming child,
Will leave you face down in heart of the fucking wild.
You refuse to face what your Self knows true.
What awaits, how it wants, and as you know..
..they have a place for you.
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