Simple desire that you wish to conspire.
Light the way but won’t commit.
Time again is splitting you sick and twisted.
Grasp this mantle and fly to…
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone.
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
Victims on the frontline.
Subjected to endless crime.
Tortured sense from beyond the pale.
Wrenching free from your hands ’til you fail.
Resist a calling meant to breed disarray.
Hatched buried from you to me.
Counting crows with a long crooked smile.
Reach out and claim…
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
That which was never yours.
Pockmarked with so many flaws.
Enigma fake wrapped in no mystery.
Prize from these hands your cold dead facsimile.
For what is not yet could never well be.
Statement I give to you freely.
With a sad empty husk of battered skin.
Reciting these words over again.
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone.
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
That is why you loathe me so strong.
For you believe you are never wrong.
Sorry to burst your bubble with some truth.
I have plenty of evidence to provide as proof.
Shattered and cast into utter despair.
Xenophobic but still standing here.
Polluted sense of self importance proclaims…
I am better for I am unclaimed!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 