tag directory;
forsaken; where you were the lamb
bad dog; you know how you should act
buried; how much longer can you bury yourself
foreigner; where do you come from, strange one?
reflections; mirror shards of the self that isnt a self
homes; something you know like your pocket; parts of you have been here, lived here, died here, parts of you run to hide here, some seeking asylum from you
fracturing; oh dear, it seems you've turned to shards
you lie in a thousand graves; the deaths of your selfs with no one to mourn them, you die again, and again
packing down the dirt; old graves and the old house you burn down every day, and every night to come
hiding places; you will see something lingering, blurred, there, when you look beneath the veil
sightings; something you know from within
cycles; you are known to walk in circles
dead eyes; your cruelty, your apathy
tales; its a sad story, this past
sanctum; get on your knees
lairs; where the beasts roam
light; haunted holy, and aware
spitting fire; your rage as a beacon
omens; do you understand? do you see?
prey-natured; they pulled your canines early on
lost; do you remember yourself? do you remember where to go? do you remember who to be? is it lost?
radio signals; transmissions from someplace hidden well below view, can you hear what they are saying? (more importantly; will you choose to?)
forest fire; burn and burn and burn, smoke and ashes forming something new, remember the brightness of a flame in darkness, fire both destroys, and creates
breathe in and out; close your eyes, feel your chest, breathe, breathe, breathe, and try not to become a museum of your self
cries; but it does hurt, doesn't it, hidden one?
voices; they seem to speak of deep parts of you
verses; quiet narrations of your world, listen close
always walking away; you're always somewhere off in the distance, always running, always turning away
stained red; there will always be blood, embrace this
the edge of a blade; sharp like the self, cold, bright
inheritance; the wound passed down, honour it
marionette; you've never been your own
hauntings; you pretend not to see it
