Transparent
Somewhere between H2O and a pane of glass…
There is how my soul is perceived…
The invisible man… all bandages… a bowler hat and a pair of shades…
Open a new tab… and Google him…
All you can hear to know I exist is the leaves rustling in the wind behind you
I’m still opaque…
And I feel so lonely I’m naked… I wouldn’t be out of place in the Garden of Eden…
Exposing the minds skull, my skeletal form and rib cage…
The lord could take all 12 of mine and create a dozen versions of Eve
Without my consent
So instead 12 forbidden fruits would fall from the Lords branches… calling for 12 messiahs to save us…
It’s not needed… After all I’m transparent…
From a brotherhood of Water, Glass, Ice and Diamond… Transparent is our surname…
And my soul is the head of the family tree…
‘HIGH HOPES’. CLAN. written by Akira. featuring HELMS.
SLASH
There was stormy weather
Plus aliens with hatred
chasing agents smiths through the wet pavements
of the our Matrix
I turn to face it
lightning in my flesh
10 foot 5 with a Nike tick
on his chest
I’m alright with
thunder and lightning
but not the cobras and pythons
trying to size it up
the weathers getting worse
and with every step I turn
my intentions begin to wallow
each weapon that we burn
has a different sense to yearn
relentless shots they swallow
