BrokenSaint
05-29-2005, 12:31 PM
Vacuity
There’s a door; a gateway
To the other side of town
forged in alleyways
of solid sweat
and anxious fumes
An aim exists, with the sole purpose
Of wielding horns to heavy to be worn
The coast is riding
along the sea,
detours from debris upon the sand
Their eyes are stapled open
wincing in the salt
of tumescent tides
A tale has been told
Concerning goats
that became fools
In light of evolution
and pleas of mutes
The gift was given
to all that reached the peak
investing pride
without consent
lacking concern
As the Road burns,
The tides turn
your glace shifts
Towards the green..
The coast is riding
along the sea,
detours from debris upon the sand
And the shore is up in flames
Cold steel pressing hard
To cut the legs out from under the beach.
There’s a door; a gateway
To the other side of town
forged in alleyways
of solid sweat
and anxious fumes
An aim exists, with the sole purpose
Of wielding horns to heavy to be worn
The coast is riding
along the sea,
detours from debris upon the sand
Their eyes are stapled open
wincing in the salt
of tumescent tides
A tale has been told
Concerning goats
that became fools
In light of evolution
and pleas of mutes
The gift was given
to all that reached the peak
investing pride
without consent
lacking concern
As the Road burns,
The tides turn
your glace shifts
Towards the green..
The coast is riding
along the sea,
detours from debris upon the sand
And the shore is up in flames
Cold steel pressing hard
To cut the legs out from under the beach.