PARALYSIS BY ANALYSIS
by Saint John
from the forthcoming album "All That I Bleed"
(verse)
Letters arranged on the floor
Postmarked with shades of magenta.
Order by randomness,
I search for the words unhinged...
Obscured are "the atones"
Written beneath the white and the grey.
A character's character
Slanted by words left to say...
(chorus)
Where has the life of a hand become
Thin white lines in subterfuge
Some things not destined to know...
Ignorance be damned, for I want to grow!
(verse)
Paralyzed, I analyze
Each stroke with annoying pace.
Tear marks crooked with time,
For the fingerprint's guilt-driven shame!
Enveloped yet not developed,
At least to yet my reply.
Though hark! Silence is said
Feelings stamped to deny...
(chorus)
Haste is the waste of a day newborne
Yet this moment I still leave to be scorned!
2007-07-12
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