xeleganceisdeadx

I have shot the sentimental
with liquid
A dashing expose into life of regions beyond
we walk down aisles
and forge fake smiles
on a power struggle to lay down

This bullet shrouds mystique with enigmatic reason
and we shelter the bones
from flesh and dust

Rising from ashes that simply dont reclaim
and we smile fishing out
our happiness in empty space.

A syllogy and epiphanies that masticulate the end
and revolutions with guns drawn and fallacies that we begin
in the entrance of heaven
and clouds that we paint red
we walk down streets that our feet fear to tread