Necessity Of Paper Skulls

Necessity Of Paper Skulls
© Surazeus
2025 12 12

Unruined stillness of my lucid heart 
expresses anguish of supportive flaws 
we share with mottled voices darkly clear 
when we advance across the seamless span 
that bounds our sober thoughts of rippled rage 
in naked wilderness of circled sense. 

Yet eyes of painters staring beyond time 
laugh at proverbs perched on putrefied walls 
since innocent hearts of togetherness 
are coarsened by feckless grief we must sell 
based on necessity of paper skulls 
we mass-produce in factories of fake words. 

Sad spiders spin somnolent jealousy 
that we exchange with bold alacrity 
till manic chagrin for positive change 
fools us to think relationships are real 
as festered shackles of contractual code 
dissolved by storm clouds of our loyal love. 

Not even the wildest music of clowns 
could drive me mad with brave telepathy 
since path of my insistent quest for truth 
gleams brightly on horizon of my fear 
from garish light of my Chaldean star 
that softens jeers of brute banality. 

All aspects of my pulsar heart refract 
miasmic tunes of structured harmony 
on which I march for beauty to escape 
conceptual slaughter of dream piracy 
when we invent new melodies of faith 
that scam us with sweet fantasy of life. 

Diminishing returns of honest love 
invested to earn profit from regret 
reveal our complicated states of mind 
contrived by marketing budget of lust 
despite foreclosure on my flooded heart 
that leaves my beneficiaries poor. 

My gazed fixed firm on face of fantasy 
requires grand celebration of our feast 
as we approach our hidden skeletons 
with golden joy of arrogant dismay 
that seals our contract with elated pay 
through swelling surges of new social change. 

That lifeless image in mirror of eyes 
explains my graceful dance of aching hope 
to leap beyond our solid bounds of faith 
with bloodless ecstasy of festive fear 
till I sing dreadful prophecy of truth 
encoded in weird puzzles no one gets.