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This Disease of Language

by Nayru

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How you broke, “You begin like a lion, You end like a lamb” This skin, we can spare Because we’re animals could see them, Laying in the garden of sin furious noise Denial is a form of escape, denial is the fifth act We’re all animals whispering them, Faint Syllables, Molded from breath and violent attempts to reminisce. We’re the ghosts in the church We’re the fifth act
Turn my face up to the sun Regenerate, refresh We lose the uneasiness in memories we love the uneasiness until it turns to shame They lost their heads to the eternal connection of youth and extrication Ascension is carved, Onto the clay that, Bore those syllables, Their lungs will decay, The words will remain, Genesis of a, Life form that resists, The thin blood in our, Veins and it's never, Ending circulation Through our aging Bodies, soft movement Succession finds It's roots in the Soil that breed our Names from withering Seeds of despair The concept of Disillusionment Will prevail The tears, emitting after the funeral It’s true We are ephemeral Generations All converge on The ideal of Preservation This ideal will Become the tar In their lungs, the Breath will remain Unfinished verses, Will remain, A false paradise, will remain
Creaks in the pavement They aren't silent Deterioration Pays its dues We are living without sunlight For sixty years No shape there is no shape This revolution Should curl the flowers So we can all remember their scent and their names Our eye color doesn’t matter unlike our skin unlike our “sins” Up for our display The pupils vanish inaccuracies Get the last laugh and textures disintegrate Along with the ideas of a dying generation
We are trespassers The satiric essence of life, Binds the reach of the doctor and the saint parallel worlds provide the answers that, were never there, Vocabulary frees itself from reasoning, reasoning frees “you look good today” “you’re beautiful, just for me” “Hey doll, I want acknowledgment” a wink and a shout Unsolicited itself, from comedy We are dancing on the stage of indigence and reaping the rewards of an insight “Destroy The world Create it Anew”
bumping and banging and tearing and dislodging and pulling and burning and starving and missing The continuity will collapse Remember those four letters? Carved into the skin of a dead swan That never learned how to fly It spread its wings to glide on the materialistic prayers of our race I’m overjoyed I’m animated I’m eager I’m automated I’m upset And that’s okay Because we all have a lot to be upset about these days Thoughts that had intentions Intentions are excuses Weakness in what was spelled out, tattooed in red across the ideals of our predecessors an apparition of stanzas written in other's names I will continue to shout in the storm the bustling world together with repleting dissension full of skin and ample breath The headache is being lost The stomachache is departure The headache is habituation The body ache is the fervor
Rose Parade 06:16
Release from the heavy breathing he didn’t feel a thing except the years of pain We all felt it too but could never run in his shoes and he ran he ran as fast as he could but he couldn’t escape his fate and died in his sleep



released August 16, 2018


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