Week 16: Spoken vs. Innovator - (Spoken)

[Spoken]

The skies shift with each tube,
The panic room quiet; ethical ambiance.
Lucid woes grovel at the thesis
We heed beyond warning of our faults
-in the stars
Waning introverted depictions
Deep beyond our thoughts; mind bending
We serve our hunger for insight
Thirsty for knowledge that's a fallacy.
Endeavors tied to succinct past transgression
Heavily scripted yet denied its place.
Its here that we begin to...
... build such a facade; our metronome
Our best to a solstice creed wading.
-at the daggers tip!
Crossroads with pebbles.
Mere shards scattered acrossm
this plateau of verbal cadence;
Treading the essence of being within its circle.

We were man before;
Words became reality...
.. a matrix of dreams.

Hardening our souls
This web engulfs- the richness
Behind guarded cages that beats;
Fluidity in our veins thriving!
We were..
Targets yet marksmen
Victims but still in control of these...
...wretched bygones eating.
-from the inside out.
A monster; nothing less with no...
...beautiful rivets. Just scars.
My closet of secrets deems me-
An imperfection in denial of the deeds.
The greed in me for wanting...
... saving myself and leaving other;
Prey.
To be slain of the norm while I keep
Etching thru infinite crevices.
To emerge beyond the root of evil.

As long as my hands were clean
-i was free of my past.

Waiting to be seen,
With psoriasis pigment;
Each scab reveals- ME!