Spade

Tryst
A night fair faulted like a flip of the wrist
Knawing consuming hemorrhaging blood mist
Violence in our silence I cease to exist
Longing and hoping a life better than this

Failed
An effort put forth with no prevail
Stuck in my mind, my eyes, see Hell
Digging for reasons to love myself
Only finding graves I created myself

Spiral
Is everyone enjoying their own denial
If I listen to the words, would I feel so final
My rhythmic wave singing smooth like vinyl
Condemned myself for guilt no need for trial

Fane
Like a fire breathing it's final flame
My heart jowled, obtusity and fluttering lame
Exclamations uncontested at the end of the game
A ghostly image finding home in a frame

So many words found to express absolutely nothing to say
He found the words with no meaning to many but for himself today
Punching at nothing, an energy of vocabulary waste
Spade

God make him clay
Make him clay
Make him clay



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Kingcade
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