Neon Lies. Scarlet Truth.
Thoughts of forever, tied heavily to doubts of yesterday. Hope strangled by fear. Tangled in lies. Truth, all but gone.
So far. So far away.
Thoughts of now. Right here. Now. A broken record- skipping and scratched. Stuck on now. Where was the truth? Lost in the lies. You can't. You won't. Never will. Lies of an enemy.
Dark and cold. Feeling so cold and so real.
Thoughts of freedom. Gone. Dead on the pavement. Traded for color and light. Flashing neon light of half truths and small deaths. On repeat. Replayed for the world.
Bloodshed in Sacrifice.
Ignored for the siren call of false freedom. A world demanding payment. Entry will cost. Codemned to die. The cost of their freedom, a soul caged. The world with the key, clutched in iron fists. Death.
Bloodshed in Sacrifice.
"I am the Resurrection, and the Life." Absent of neon lights and gilded cages. Scarlet truth wrapped in Life, found in hope. Thoughts of forever, freed from doubts of yesterday.
Freedom. For His blood: Life.
So far. So far away.
Thoughts of now. Right here. Now. A broken record- skipping and scratched. Stuck on now. Where was the truth? Lost in the lies. You can't. You won't. Never will. Lies of an enemy.
Dark and cold. Feeling so cold and so real.
Thoughts of freedom. Gone. Dead on the pavement. Traded for color and light. Flashing neon light of half truths and small deaths. On repeat. Replayed for the world.
Bloodshed in Sacrifice.
Ignored for the siren call of false freedom. A world demanding payment. Entry will cost. Codemned to die. The cost of their freedom, a soul caged. The world with the key, clutched in iron fists. Death.
Bloodshed in Sacrifice.
"I am the Resurrection, and the Life." Absent of neon lights and gilded cages. Scarlet truth wrapped in Life, found in hope. Thoughts of forever, freed from doubts of yesterday.
Freedom. For His blood: Life.
posted by Unknown at 9:50 PM
3 Comments:
"Ignored for the siren call of false freedom." Brilliant.
Most beautiful - blessed me this morning.
That was awesome! You write so very well, Emily. Very poetic and yet keeps a sense of prose. Not easily done. And what a beautiful set of imagery through it all. Also gave me a wonderful moment of peace this afternoon. Good job!
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