Turning Pages. Open the hardback and gaze into hard facts. Hoping to detach this replapsing path. Trying to outlast the ink twirls that shadow my steps. Forming paragraphs with the distinct words I possess. Inhale death then exhale a breath of upset whispers. Outline indepth pictures, Rub thoughts till I form blisters. Your skin peels while I fill fields with bloomed roses. Pen skills send chills while I spread the hills with moses. My heart composes beauty in it's pure form. As dark closes in. Light from a star is born. Not one page was torn while I ripped at imagery. A face with scorn watches and drifts in dreams endlessly. My guardian angel maybe? Look into her eyes, fading.. Too tired to say a thing. Walk through skies lately hoping a god will save me. Struggle to chase dreams while facing this refelection. Look into deception acheiving the perfect imperfection. Sorrow.. The will to never reach tomorrow. Blood puddles follow all the thoughts people borrow. Sit alone and swallow bones of my victims. Skip over stepping stones chasing ears to listen. Put years in inventions while sending smoke signals. Tears aren't mentioned while bending provoked pixels. Color pencils shade mentals while I devour your mind. This ritual will be offical after you're showered with lines. Covered in flower designs after the petals fell. Pages contain the power of time, making metals melt. Snapping ligaments with intimate metaphors and such. Speak of the limitless canvas that this ink will never touch. With change comes a new page, another story to be told. Time to arrange this shame into fame. Let my glory unfold