Piscean Twin
For all the golden-fleeced sheep grazing in orange fields of joy, I cannot sleep
My darkness is dictated by The Incubus oppressing the night’s peace of dreams
Cold, trembling limbs ache for refuge from a troubled mind’s toxicity
An insomniac’s frame creeps into another to seek sanity from the streets of a city
Habitually itching fingers ignite leaves of relief while others host the steering
And blaze into a fusion of fumes and fleeting speeds while needy lungs keep pulsating
The essence coursing through vessels deceives senses, inciting counterfeit manifestations
Paranoid eyes wide within weary sockets bound about an animate haze in agitation
And find a deathly gaze in a withered face fading away to obscurity with the smoke
Bound by a mirror’s truth, stone cold fingers freeze, as free from them the leaves broke
Oblivious to roads, red lights or fallen joints, I’m transfixed to the image, ashamed
For moments… minutes… then stirred as a fledgling fire at my feet begins to flame
Delayed reflexes become frantic as ears congest with wailing horns and screeching tires
And growing lights rage as a mortal merger approaches in frenzy, where destinies collide
Distinct
His home is broken never to be fixed again, with only dreams to bare
cant comprehend the deceit and anger in the air of that hell
parents fight while im right there, listening to the tears of shame
a getaway i would try to obtain, found in my street mindframe
pedal like i was riding from the past, this retreat will not last
no contrast to the time of night,flying at the speed of life on my bike
looking ahead seeing my ghost in the dreary street light
a red flash from his deserted eyes, piercing my hart
images of a lighters spark, followed buy the reaper of the grim
I start to stop, think of home then i think not remembering what just happened
pedal past the park to my crossroads, toward the dark away from the light
who knew that would be my last night of pedaling this bike away from the dispair
pedal so fast time stopped somewhere, something dropped a broken bike chain
hopped off where my ghost now remain's, bright lights tire screech then im slain
last feeling is pain as dreams i cry,wonder why are destinies met but my destiny died
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