Sickshine Eyelid Theater
Slowly penetrating closed minds locked from the inside
confusion prying at the hinges with persistance clawing
at the gates in desperation following the calling of a
lost soul lost inside the surface of a burial ground
crumbling into a pile of ashes and dust falling on my
face as it all spins around crying for refuge for the
pain to cease it's the gift that i refuse for the pain to
cease lies relieve what eyes perceive dismiss the witness
as unfit to believe ears that fall deaf at the sound of
truth half-realize half-resist the proof in the comfort
of the unaware bed sheets of ignorance we seek to share
hide weak heads from the tricks of the eyes the vision of
wishing-well dreamless servants of restless light with no
shade from the blazing infernal burn of guilt and of
reluctance to learn that the only salvation lies with in
your eyes the key to the freedon falls from the hand
NEVER to be found as empty blistered fingers search
around on the frozen ground and remain
