lost in the decay

c11

An Instrument of Glass

a step against violent days
breaking through the floors
lose my face like shattering voices trapped through a distant past
fall without a doubt when you press against their youth
We’re hiding my thoughts until they dig too deep
Watch from the towers above lost in the sky
I caught you within the control point
sharp like matches pressing through crystal visions
damage oversaturated
memories conquer me through a lost escape
touch the faces from the hiding room
sickness driving deeper and deeper
I adored your past until it made you bleed
I adored your future while before it clenched me
through a cloud of separation the figures break like glass

photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls