Purification

Again hello of friend of thine

The stomach aches, still holding face

Kiss the wound for nourishment

Empty still, the parasite tastes

Delusional, can the small doll still hear?

Or is this now for sustenance

Moulded by a lush despise

Taut noose of a guilty pride

The lonesome truth, has never been so real

Motionless like the ravine

Of an untapped ocean seam

In perfect symmetry like white sheets

Folded pure waiting to receive

Crawling through this governed lie

Anxiety is found in hand and mind

Hostile race sunken and despised

The point of life, misconstrued inside

Falling

The purity in pain

There is no screen to cleanse behind

Nothing like the click show reel

Seeing heaven, in split seconds

And so it seems, that time has spoken

As the Piscean box flows open

Motionless like the ravine

Of an untapped ocean seam

In perfect symmetry like white sheets

Folded pure waiting to receive

Crawling through this governed lie

Anxiety is found in hand and mind

Hostile race sunken and despised

The point of life, misconstrued by miles