The xx - Islands

Blur

Blur my god
kill
season of change
will
fail and rise
brush off ash
vocalize
stain
mobilize
soul
hibernate for
100 years
return to blur
my god
fulfill
a reason to grow
cultivate a new
symptom
descriptive of a
rhythm
implicitly
forgiven
but never
understood
blur.

Feeding Eterna

Beauty existence a flowing a river going a mountain snow falling gradually a dusting of opportunity a religion once followed wayside wandering boy child growing a progression of stars a silhouette so subtle yes there is a place where sight cannot taste the...

the love words seem to waste mirrorball spinning above dance floor a split second streaming seemingly dreaming however blatantly screaming he goes alone exhibiting a slow breathing reaching a state where in his eye this moment lasts forever.

Return immortal or Mirror dreams eternity

Relinquish all doubt that i might never win
you are just a memory of the state i've been in
for twenty years, maybe more
regardless
long enough

i am metal, i am god
i am metal god
i am that which believes
that conflict is not real
nor homeostasis,
a dream

they will anger rise
they will spin like jealous wives
they will suffer no acceptance
and no longer will i bow
to the mirrors will they plow.

Vessel

Volumes speak angels and demons alike,
earthen words, when
selling
souls
elevates misperceptions of
love.