Convo with Trice

05/17/07
02/18/08

Behold THE ONYX EYED ANGEL, WINGS STILL WET FROM THE WOMB
(Scanning her reality for some wisdom to consume)
CHALLENGING THE REALITY THAT WE SENT FAITH TO THE MOON
DECREPIT POSTURE LEFT RESPONSIBLE TO FOSTER
A FRESHLY PAINTED CANVAS, IMAGE NOT YET PONDERED
BRUSHES STILL DRY UNTIL DIPPED INTO THE PUDDLE
OF FRUSTRATION AND WANTS TOGETHER STILL MUDDLED

THE BURDENING WIEGHT OF RESPONSIBLITIES HATE,
CONTINUOUSLY POUNDING ON EACH VERTERBRAE
STRETCH, NO MORE
WORLD ON MY SHOULDERS KEEPING ME SORE
TIRED, DELAPIDATED HOUSES PEER THROUGH MY EYELIDS
FRONTAL LOBE PREVENTS ME FROM EVENING THE SCORE

UGLINESS SPACKLED AGAINST THE MIRROR, HOLES COVERING LEASONS OF DESPERATE HORROR
DRAINING DELUSIONS DRAWING CONCLUSIONS OF REASONS NOT KNOWN
TORMENT RAGES, VIENS CLOGGED
EXPLODING OUT FROM THE PRESSURE OF FATE
LIQUID SADNESS STREAMING HEAVILY DOWN, SUCKED UP BY GRAVITY
FICKLE FLAMES FLYING AND FUCKING EVERY MOMENT OF REALITY
HATE AS THICK AS AIR SUFFOCATING LIFE OUT OF THIS BLANK STARE
SHALLOW SHADOWS REFLECTING VIRTUES, HELD BUY THOSE ALREADY BURRIED
NO NEED TO PRAY, SINS ALREADY FORGOTTEN
TIME LEFT IN THE BOX, SOUL'S ALREADY ROTTEN

I FOLLOWED SOCRATES TO THE MOUNTAIN, BUT I'D ALREADY FOUND HIM
CONSUMED BY ERRONEOUS DESIRES, MY VISION WAS BLOCKED
I DID A BACKFLIP AND A CARTWHEEL
CUZ I THOUGHT I'D ARRIVE FASTER
BUT ALL ALONG, I FOUND THAT I WAS ALREADY THE MASTER
(But i found that my only hinderance was the tick of my clock)
BLOOD THICKER THAN WATER, I HAVE TO WONDER
NOT IN MY VILLAGE OF TRANSIENT IMPOSTERS
TRAPPED IN A CELL OF HOLLOW EXISTANCE
SLAVE TO THE TRADE OF CONTINUOUS RESISTANCE