A DARK
CLIMB
A few missing pieces, three blind eyes, pink butterflies and a lonely guitar.
My psychedelic lies flow down black and white swirls checker board squares.
black on black blind in life blind in death
who will save save me from
Frozen with fear gray clouds won't burst won't sting.
Black clouds with their long lit streaks.
Where is the man who parted the waters, the large belly, the long beard, Where is the one whose image is me
who will save save me from
Wounded hands refuse to speak e-people die no sins mine or yours.
Women bleeding lilies no time twisted clocks. Razor blades on their tongues.
Strum a lonely shape strings bite play. Tips break skin and bone show too many fret less strokes
who will save save me from
me.
Armand Hamouth
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