Through Jaded Eyes
Through jaded eyes I know only shame; through jaded eyes I only know pain. From that crimson vein this ablated organ tearing from me the misconception. I tried to bleed from life with miry difficulty only ending in crimson tears. My thoughts go drifting with each passing tide leaving me treading through the tenebrous, earthen marsh that appears every time I try to doubt I get brought down to a world when nothing is no longer clear I take back that once crimson, ablated organ nearly desiccated lying at my feet. I kick at it thinking I once knew you as a part of what you were now; you are nothing but a malign quivering piece of superficial waste. My enigmatic conscience is what remains. It shelters the pain lying to itself showing the balance that clears the way so that was not for naught the end is the beginning but it never truly ends the evening sun ends it's path and a new entity is alive. Long. Live. The Hatter!!!
From flesh to ivory, I know not what it is, Hair turns to silk, will I ever know again. These are all i have to look forward to, Oh, but immortality calls out like a great beast to me, What more is there to draw my hand. It calls me deep within my head, How do I escape that which has already consumed me. It gives me options come gently like the good lamb, Or be difficult, but either way it is over for me. My touch grows cold, food no longer gives substance, All that is left is the metallic taste upon my tongue, That leaves me always wanting, always needing more. That rich fluid becomes my life because all that flows through me is..... the ashes.