Fractured - Kylesa

Two faces appear before my eyes

One I don’t know but I should

Looking past all the obvious

Just to see lines that can’t be crossed

Dictate a presence

Lines carved with dirt and oil

Will lines be remembered when old eyes decay?

Will I ever be permitted back to a time when I knew who I was?

Will I ever see past all the things I wish I could forget?

Shards of glass inflictions jab into muscle and skin

No tone like the present, the flow of nothing begins

Today we’ll start with a shortened breath

Until we breach the end of it

A child yawns, an adult cries

There’s laughter in ignorance

We wonder why

Tired times, exhausted wishes

Bones crack and we are weak

Fractured images, decaying lines

Cannot cross, fading signs

Dictate a presence

Lines carved with dirt and oil

Will lines be remembered when old eyes decay?