Broken Lives (the roots, Horn, Bell)

Sneer · 02-01-2007, 06:44 PM

I've had a problem with writers block lately, this is literally an attempt to frantically write for 5-10 minutes and see what im left with, to which i then worked on the result.

Upon this torn canvas rests the damned
Wretched in idiom, shattered in spirit
The mercurial indentation of a thousand blows
Sits wickedly upon your pristine façade
And the loathsome odour of decay
Nuzzles lovingly in your bosom
Twisting the mournful fibre of morality within its spindly talons
As the roots of wisdom buckle under the top heavy weight of excess
All whilst you sit calmly in the dirt
Mocking the cries of a thousand broken lives

A fledging mind
To a failing heart
Brimming with the sanctities of a time
Prescribed by the dawning of a sanguine sun
Soothing arms cradle the surreptitious chasms
Of the deceased soul
Laid to rest in a bed of thorns
The piercing summits breathing life into this ice cold skin
As rivers of blood trickle through the rotting crevices of the once fruitful dirt
Now glistening in the tears of a thousand broken lives.

A frivolous gust of summer’s breeze
Throws this mind into the arms of an uplifting reality
The chasms of a fiery dream rumble through the dank underbelly
Of frightful hatred
Tortured lust
In the reflection of augmented bliss can you see the clearing
Yet all is not fine
This breeze is laced with ash
As the brimstone crackles in the sun
And you wake to the chorus of a thousand broken lives.

sleepy jack · 02-01-2007, 07:12 PM

I didn't like the first verse as much as the last two, it just game me this sort of meh vibe. Other then that its pretty good though not my favorite i've seen by you.

Sneer · 02-01-2007, 07:13 PM

what can i say, im struggling!

02-01-2007, 06:44 PM	#1 (permalink)
Sneer Let it drip Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 5,430	Broken Lives I've had a problem with writers block lately, this is literally an attempt to frantically write for 5-10 minutes and see what im left with, to which i then worked on the result. Upon this torn canvas rests the damned Wretched in idiom, shattered in spirit The mercurial indentation of a thousand blows Sits wickedly upon your pristine façade And the loathsome odour of decay Nuzzles lovingly in your bosom Twisting the mournful fibre of morality within its spindly talons As the roots of wisdom buckle under the top heavy weight of excess All whilst you sit calmly in the dirt Mocking the cries of a thousand broken lives A fledging mind To a failing heart Brimming with the sanctities of a time Prescribed by the dawning of a sanguine sun Soothing arms cradle the surreptitious chasms Of the deceased soul Laid to rest in a bed of thorns The piercing summits breathing life into this ice cold skin As rivers of blood trickle through the rotting crevices of the once fruitful dirt Now glistening in the tears of a thousand broken lives. A frivolous gust of summer’s breeze Throws this mind into the arms of an uplifting reality The chasms of a fiery dream rumble through the dank underbelly Of frightful hatred Tortured lust In the reflection of augmented bliss can you see the clearing Yet all is not fine This breeze is laced with ash As the brimstone crackles in the sun And you wake to the chorus of a thousand broken lives. __________________ LastFM Sneer's Emporium of Sound Fright Team radio show

02-01-2007, 07:13 PM	#3 (permalink)
Sneer Let it drip Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 5,430	what can i say, im struggling! __________________ LastFM Sneer's Emporium of Sound Fright Team radio show