Archive No.10: The Greatest Mystery of All Time - The Imitations of Art
A labyrinth isn't meant to be mapped
I hear the voices through the cracks
Short cut turns and twists like thorns
It's such a miracle I made it home
Every word I've written glows in the dark
Abrasions like haunting faces on these walls
Lines drawn and crossed like the red sea
Can you tell me what this evidently means?
Because it all seems so unfair to me
That happiness is a great complexity
Hair curled as tight as a sailors knot
Gallons of tears wiped at a restaurant
Time isn't worth every dime you pay upfront
The greatest mystery is always the coldest one
The ocean's on fire and the amber sky tells me so
I've sought patience through taming tides, shallow
But if I put my foot down it goes right through the floor
And it shatters everything I've built on my own
Faithless and painless like our demeaning faults
I'm treacherous enough to rip it all apart
Lines drawn and crossed like the red sea
Can you tell me what this evidently means?
Because it all seems so unfair to me
That happiness is a great complexity
Hair curled as tight as a sailors knot
Gallons of tears wiped at a restaurant
Time isn't worth every dime you pay upfront
The greatest mystery is always the coldest one
Pushed off a cliff
I was made to climb with my bare hands
And with a tarnished faith
I swam to the deep end, senseless
I gatekeep these feelings
Like they weren't stolen through the reaping
What do I do with this cold repulsion
That leaves me tethered to nothing?
Lines drawn and crossed like the red sea
Can you tell me what this evidently means?
Because it all seems so unfair to me
That happiness is a great complexity
Hair curled as tight as a sailors knot
Gallons of tears wiped at a restaurant
Time isn't worth every dime you pay upfront
The greatest mystery is always the coldest one.
-auctor

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