Archive No.12: The Architect - The Imitations of Art

 


Scribbled faces and shaky paces

I put off things that tax my time

Humiliation, ancient equations

I put off things that tax my mind


I sit in the midst of a twenty two year old war

And I only remember the last twelve of them all

Fourteen legacies etched in my memory

And each of them I leave only to me 


I've planned every moment of my life

And watch them fall through like the sands of time

I still bear the weight of it on all my sides

Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights


I'm the only architect who knows which lines

Draw the end of my patience and my salutations

I live my life like I won the lottery

And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky


Unhealthy changes, labyrinth like sleepless

Nights that frame me for crimes I dreamed I committed

Ruined perception, depth filled intentions

I punish myself as the rain burns me senseless


I sit in the midst of a twenty two year old war

And I only remember the last twelve of them all

Fourteen legacies etched in my memory

And each of them I leave only to me 


I've planned every moment of my life

And watch them fall through like the sands of time

I still bear the weight of it on all my sides

Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights


I'm the only architect who knows which lines

Draw the end of my patience and my salutations

I live my life like I won the lottery

And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky


What do you tell someone who can't write a song 

Without remorse, the greatest weapon of them all?

I call them the lessons of my own torment

Pessimistic, unforgiving and malcontent


Like my deep blue jeans have travelled the world with me

All my mysteries have a hold on me 

All the writings on my walls fade away

As the architect of my existence I choose to stay


I sit on the edge of my fifteenth legacy

Scaling the outer walls of twenty three

I give up pursuing thick skin and sanity

And hope the words I write won't leave you resenting me


I've planned every moment of my life

And watch them fall through like the sands of time

I still bear the weight of it on all my sides

Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights


I'm the only architect who knows which lines

Draw the end of my patience and my salutations

I live my life like I won the lottery

And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky.



-auctor


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