Dancing beyond
Seemingly loud, though incoherant words bud through the atmosphere
Frequent realities that disappear
Tipped with the essence of the ballet of existance
The scales are tilting ever so slowly
And pushing through it seems as if oblivion has been given form
Vacuum tight with a prostetic sneer

The pieces have broken
And the bits have scattered

An advantage of height though one's own seems to loom
A hazy fog
Light  though quantum physics make it impossible
A probability of zero while the masses are in trance

Monkeys with pens that are far more brutal than swords
Weilding it in an array of fasions that seem to bludgeon current stream 
to death

While the tip of the prism may bite deep
While the fluids begin to seep
Into the ink
From the gloom one would presume that the flattery and wit of a 
decomposing goat should not spark a glint of recognition to the 
superstition of a species that should be extinct a million times

Lucid fantasies and shattered dreams come to bear with the fruit of 
the dawning that She has to spare
Beligerent earnings of a way that is gone
Coasting through the sky to the never-ending sun

Through the glass, and into the mirth
For what it's worth a sun that shone brilliantly is now gone

Junkies with bibles and clerics with the queans
The soil is not what it seems

Brown that really belongs in the locks of a fallen child
The young are beyond their age, and the old need to be told

Smashed into the face of water swirling through a current of black 
encasing with gimped enthusiasm

Distorted strings
Criss-crossed adimentatioon and bloody knuckles
A sweet sickness of blinded fury
Dashed onto the impeded rocks of skulls fractured with the clubs of 
primal instincts

The crime does not fit the punishment
Tortured bliss for weaknesses unabated
A dime only buys you a dozen pennies
Once upon a dreamer
A namer said the title of an infamous melody that was only breathed 
upon virgin ears with the fears of the group seem to melt within the 
seeds spread to wander throughout the solidity with the retention of 
the smoothest liquid on the finest silk

Finally, resting upon the crest, the apex and the summet of the notions 
that each strive for, only to be torn down
Shown to be so little
And nothing more