Randon Miscellaneous Thoughts

Taking the pieces and putting them back together to form a whole and to restore all life faith no longer existing never really knew why it happens this way my empty thoughts pouring into a stone bowl boiling like purple blood thick like honey how the world really knew what a wonder to sit and think of all the things wrong with the world like finding a beautiful box a beautiful box full of sharp objects my mind claiming insanity the sand of my mind soaked be the salt water of my lies drenched in the bleached reality like being doused in mud a color of black a smell of coal a look of pure ignorance a melancholy life in which to live in these shoes like being naked in front of a crowd my secrets there for all to see a beautiful misery taken from one given to another reliving a mystery uncovering all things hidden my diary screaming out loud all the nonexistent purpose I have served a white sun a red moon the tigers eye of a ravens feather of a priests bible of a rabbits foot of the knocking on wood locked doors drops the gun sour milk past life visions dreaming of fearies sprites the magickal creatures forming yet another system of being
whoduthunkit?