Intersections in real time.
The unbroken circle and dimensions of the mind.
The tie that binds.
The eternal tie that defines.
The vanity of my insanity in due time will shine, like the night seas under the moon.
The haunted corners of familiar rooms
Yet I'm consumed.
We're vanishing into thin air.
The realization that this shit is my cross to bare ,so where, did I think I could run away to see the people that decided to leave without asking me?
But we decide to wait for happier tomorrows.
And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrow
But my distractions is the books of paper that i scrawl in.
I'm eloquent as a summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen.
I've crawled in a corner hoping all of this will end with the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge.
I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends
As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture.
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture.
Verbal sculptures, self defacing.
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing, but the erasing of the purity and passion of my words.
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd, but I preferred to walk away from all the feuds.
To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube, so i'm subdued
In all my words of verbal prods,To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it's official, all of my pain is clear as crystal.
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you and rest assured that i'ma last words
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya past words
I can pass words and their ability to hurt you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is of commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
Lost among the miracles, I stand alone, and i've grown into a being that's sitting on top a throne.
I've known for many years that I would turn to rust.
I find a reason for another breath
Before my return to dust, I become one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm numb to all of those who blind and cannot see the chastiser of the enemy.
Perception requires duality.
Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have hardly come across them who's holy, send them to the cherubim to control thee.
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
The battle field is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest shadow of a halo above the head of evil djin who's deadly like tornado.
The world has become an aquarium, full of gaping fish with murderous smiles.
I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in.
Writing down murderous files
I who have nothing but the lack of variation
And I who have nothing but change and suffocation
--- © Ikon ( Jedi Mind Tricks - I Who Have Nothing )
