Sickshine One Shape
Shame that could have been replaced with dependence or
serenity embraced whimpering holes of regret-ridden souls
unfound unfulfilled unforgotten sins lashed back in the
face pain that should have been erased never stops to
wonder where it begins because it has no beginning no end
to the destruction the elusive invisible solution it
flies on foreign winds forever changing like feathers
withstanding damage allowance to achieve too aware to
make amends or follow a flock that merely pretends to
understand what it demands to understand... Shame that
could have been replaced with dependence or serenity
embraced in a fading backlash of static recollected
fragments of subliminal magnetism automatic organism
