personalities clinging to observation
Category: trapped
Closing Cell Music
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Here is some of my music if anybody is interested. Closing Cell
watering the sky
I can hear the burning memories through the window
all the days pacing through your heart
when they start to step outside to realize
the sun starts to amplify
when the wind starts to damage the illumination
all the pressure building in your wings
All this desire pushing you higher
When the sky was blue and our dreams were high
a crack in the introspection
when dreams perspire in the distant without contrast
when memories walk through an echoing sky breaking a million mirrors
digging for lost damage in their lenses
breaking buildings behind their mind
create the forecast of comprehension to silence the pain
they fly across the painted ocean with flashlights in their hands
ride through the spinning Ferris wheels without emotional restrictions
breaking all the filters to grow across a dream
fishing through the silver skies
don’t capsize this ability
words won’t come out from their mouth
mirrors bending in the rain
when we can’t control this world on our own
burning the past away
“conquering every dream under escaping collapse”
trapped beyond recognized collapsing rain
the stillness of encryption written in lost magazines
damaged colors in the rain scream from the illuminated screens in your eyes
saving souls with medicated half-lives against written frequencies
withstand the silence when people fall through processed skies
the turmoil burning through your face breaks a million faults of image
a charade of instinct breaking aging keys to heaven
whispers burning against amplified skin
a sense of distracted damage on the streets of ultraviolet streets without a collapsed mirror reflection
break through unheard risks of observed protested manipulations
kneeling against saving angels falling from broken photographs
conversations controlled by television screens
withdrawing from a trauma digging under chloroformed visions captured by a telescopic hue
a lost impact behind the aged paradise
windows that control the future of mankind
cars falling from tomorrow to withstand your beauty
unlocking possibilities without a hue we can understand
a gift they clench from the sky to keep away strangers from the future
to crash a discipled ghost lost in their minds
angels unheard under a hidden eye they watch from stormy eloquences
stumbling colors that find their way across lakes written behind comprehension
reflections unstable to detailed paintings in your eyes… can’t catch the spinning mirrors of time
cathedral walls design a future burning from a lost liberty
voices that crack against controlled relapses aging escape
destroying futility with thoughts from recreated skies
victims conquer amnesty written against absolved paper shaded through value without definition
comprehending times of instability conquering every dream come true
New Closing Cell Song: “Half – Blind (Running Through Aged Film) A Forgiven Ghost Mix”
“the threshold of detainment”
Breaking through the reflection rinsing from the blue oceans
When we look through their fault lines
Blinding a reanimated illusion behind concrete eyes
Switch the sky between calculated risks
half amplified flags hidden through processed illusions
Parallax division burning under the doors of creation
Withstanding double footprints running without reminisce
freezing a lake of reflection saturated under secret light
distant written voices detain a million values climbing under the wheels of paradise
sparks spinning through circles at uneven risks
men with dangerous prescriptions hiding in telescopic skies
helicopters clean the sky of decayed memories
containing an alliance of cars trapped in silent view
deciphering conversations battling for existence
containing manipulation over analyzed wires without the threshold of detainment
shielding a supermarket from the plague of disguise transplanted off false memories
running through a decayed wave of damaged colors
On top of the sky burning through the perspiration of mankind
Running through aged film
“code them with stars”
weave the stars like every lost parallax
turn my secrets into the fight of my life
I hear you calling
every lost feeling of regret
I hear you catch up to this broken security
every face numbered by time
call out everyday of creation
I see you set them apart
words calling me from the distance
as we step away from this violence
turn every page to withstand the beauty in their eyes
is this the end in your hands?
spin through these photographs
hurry up to watch the distance
people ride across the sky through hospital wards
up & down we can choose our way out
with every glance & every footstep tomorrow comes alive
lost again in the dark
wake up to chain myself against the mirror
it’s not black & white
when they call out from this point of instability
It’s not black & white
when they call to withstand every insecurity
break the world into my heart
take the test to prove a fault for mankind
whisper through the dark
shattering the glass with the weight of a hundred men
run through the boulevards with a million red balloons
break the colors through your hands to break this puzzle apart
a second glance a second chance
code a million stars past every vision
code a million stars to hide the screams in the basement
code a million stars to build this peculiar determination
if we can withstand the days lost inside your head
I see the traces burn through the wind
every color preventing me from standing still
every voice burning from your hands
every sound spliced through your integrity
conversations overused locked inside my head
mark it all against the walls trespassed half-ingested
Did I lose it all to find you coded with stars?
Men Push Their Days Away In Factory Wards
chasing cars like motorcade
reach through your mind
don’t forget the steps we choose to get this far
men push away their days
in factory wards
empty out my imagination
but are we doing fine?
cars crash behind longevity
pictures burned between my fingers
stamp out every frame
run through the horses
capture my faith
shake this pain apart
reward system
when I tear myself through the window
did I catch a piece of your sanity?
pacing up and down this maze
I lock down my heart
To wait for the day
when you can clean the darkest frustration
scrubbing the bruises from my veins
like a batting cage they take their turn
I can see colors burning through the distance
breath in and out
they inhale every secret left inside my mind
a million words are exhaled
but I can’t translate a blind man’s burden
run through this glass covered maze
skin broken to bone
men watch in uniform
they shake the locks with cruelty
shut my eyes with polaroids under every scar
flash every emotion away
their hands shake at they keys
will they unlock the doors?
Shattered Mind 