Escaping an Illness

And they shall wonder why there’s hunger for war in my mind

Born Under the mood of the blood moon I was lit from the depths in my eye

glistening into the dreamworld embedded deepest inside my wounded mind

skipping questions like missing stones skimming the surface

Lingering deep inside like who am I

Fallen like an arch angel

With broke wings I hope I can fly

i choose to emit something to fuel the world

instead of exhausting the flame

bleeding into designs while crafting the matter found beyond the edge of time the dark lord furthering pain just to gain in his morbid wake of his everyday within a nightmare forged in the tears of god sparking the flames of wisdom in the chromosome with genetic concepts so unreal and defied like living still

Pressing onward till we break through to the light before we lose all control

The way of the beast hidden in my chamber of secrets defined in scripture

Some people only seen as high as the sun gets I shift and shape breaking out of the caged mortality originating from the dark side of the moon I create an image of mine breaking through their coded artificial artifacts and synthetic tactics a combination left for me to bring the dead of mind alive

My Brain stems growth like fermented fungus

blinded by my eyes

But writin so true

Opening the binds of an ancient archive as the only way of my life it was so foolish to think I couldn’t try and abuse the inc

Breaking records of the bounds of limits in the crippling wonder beyond the sparks of imagination scraping the sky

My word Tainted by the touch of gods fury shining from what’s left of me

molded by the spirit taking form of something so formless

Like shadow saints lived amongst the wave shifting the movement the clarity is unseen by common life the ones with blind eyes wired shut will never survive until it wasn’t seen at all in the mind and its complexity and the infection is perplexing while they'd rather drown in somewhere i can't stand to be

So caught up in the plague of demons

the day is lost in eternal escape with his shattered reflection of mentality call it greatness I call it a curse they bring this world to my name elevating to a height that doesn't exist among the clouds to grow past the above growing past the birds and the sun

a vicious visionist vortex trapped inside of what i can see in the dead of night I spark something so alive cause i dream with open eyes

about to break out of the crippling ways of suppression like the strangest we were always caged

as the flow gathers the matter like fusion of finding pieces of word of a harmony that fits my soul i live pushed myself on the move one step ahead of the fanatics a puppet on a string of a heart felt visionary call him just another toy soldier in thee determining of thee determined to push through thee obscene

Like a life line we wrote these in

hidden connections of a path of where we are till we meet in

quantum dreams in a collective storm

healing these growing pain stages till we learn to follow our own feet

assuming less of knowing more that the dim couldn’t get lit to see what eyes are for