Cyborganic

Mael · 03-01-2014, 08:30 AM

I feel like..

The moon is inverted. No light, no luminous surface
An anorexic mother earth, a womb without purpose
The opulence of the son of apes reduced to a hermit’s
A fusion of murmurs. A whisper in the Carbyne storm
Under an eye of Ruby makes me miss the starlight’s warmth
A monster. Slithering out of a pool of binary code & metal limps
A fiery rose with petal tips that bite & corrode the pendulum
Poison the sands of time, yet I remember the honor of candlelight
It’s what brings joy to December, to paupers, to men who cry
It reminds me of my carnal nature; the tale of Adam & Eve
Lust of the flesh. A double-edged arrow to the heart of the seed
A martyr’s disease. The freedom of motion from a jejune state
Divorce from a menu’s taste. Return to a charity venue’s plate
Drenched in vengeful hate, a slave to old enemies
Tautologically walk the faultlines of my own memories
A ghost in a stone cemetery. Worms meshing to skin
When you’re controlled by software you realize this;
It’s a curse to live by the law.. it’s a blessing to sin
The flexing of wings, in awe of the age of technology
Einstein to Newton, let us await the new face of a prodigy
A pebble, a stone.. climb a rock or a mountain
Broke my chemical bones, sap youth out of a fountain
Hold your breath. Don’t you dare inhale my mixture of dust
Listen my love; these robotic arms are no longer worth a picture of us

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03-01-2014, 08:30 AM	#1
Mael Almighty Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 580 Battle Record: 2-3 Rep Power: 428844	Cyborganic I feel like.. The moon is inverted. No light, no luminous surface An anorexic mother earth, a womb without purpose The opulence of the son of apes reduced to a hermit’s A fusion of murmurs. A whisper in the Carbyne storm Under an eye of Ruby makes me miss the starlight’s warmth A monster. Slithering out of a pool of binary code & metal limps A fiery rose with petal tips that bite & corrode the pendulum Poison the sands of time, yet I remember the honor of candlelight It’s what brings joy to December, to paupers, to men who cry It reminds me of my carnal nature; the tale of Adam & Eve Lust of the flesh. A double-edged arrow to the heart of the seed A martyr’s disease. The freedom of motion from a jejune state Divorce from a menu’s taste. Return to a charity venue’s plate Drenched in vengeful hate, a slave to old enemies Tautologically walk the faultlines of my own memories A ghost in a stone cemetery. Worms meshing to skin When you’re controlled by software you realize this; It’s a curse to live by the law.. it’s a blessing to sin The flexing of wings, in awe of the age of technology Einstein to Newton, let us await the new face of a prodigy A pebble, a stone.. climb a rock or a mountain Broke my chemical bones, sap youth out of a fountain Hold your breath. Don’t you dare inhale my mixture of dust Listen my love; these robotic arms are no longer worth a picture of us , , , , ,