Returning Home

The light hits the vase for the will to possess
The treacherous cure of the powerless
Hiding the marks of an unconscious cloth
Built in each and every home
That was filled with sorrow

break

break

Abuse, harm, narcissusses

break

A mother has fallen
And a savior is born
Chains of repetitions
Years and seasons
For a sense of comfort
Out of this world
Righteous deeds
And the same views
Out of the windows
For she only knows
A daughter
Must deserve
The cup empties
And crashes down
Until It takes over
Goes on and on
The mighty wheel
Of manipulation
The quiet infection
We perpetuate
In our own hands
Unable to feel
We’ve stored the pain
Of our people
Long gone
Now comes the time
Of a return
Where the cross
In our names
Finds the centre
Over the pillars
A bright explosion
And swirling from above
Little whispers
Of a snake and a dove
Playing in unison
Can you hear
The call of love
Back home

break

I picked up years of blooms
My earthly clouds
A semblance of breath
Weakened on the axis
Suffocates

Roses, irises
Ride the waves and slowly fade

And behind the curtain of her mind
Layers of shadows await
Slowly slipping their head
Out of curiosity

break


Next: 2. The fall


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