Thoughts like Hammers

Celestial buried mind resting, resting without peace still. Don't know where I drowned Cornered and defeated. Yes, there's a thought forming! Patterns in the currents, mud-dwellers at the star-floor. Nourishment for the mind seeps, harvest through suffering absorbed in desperation. Assimilated logic, drawn towards the ladders. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Instinctive destruction sparked. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Knowing only my own dissent. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Static is the common language. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Celestial buried mind resting, resting without peace still. Assimilated logic, drawn towards the ladders. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Instinctive destruction sparked. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Knowing only my own dissent. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Static is the common language. Elucidated, burned, afraid! Motion remains our mothertongue, failure might not be what it seems. All is broken for a reason, familiar blood drawn for painting. Willing another perspective, flashing scenes seeing children above. Knowing there will be another life, sacrificing remnants of the past. Walking all on my own forever, the illusion no longer needed. It is spoken without words of doubt. Now we move the stars above, below. And dwell beneath the layers of dirt, my runic patterns in the current. My runic patterns in the current! Motion remains our mothertongue, failure might not be what it seems. All is broken for a reason, familiar blood drawn for painting. Willing another perspective, flashing scenes seeing children above.