One-Twenty to Three-Sixty

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One Twenty To

Three Sixty

Mills



I'll Take That Too

this is everything about you,

nothing means much, that's true,

but I remember the words laid bare,

on pages lined with blue and red,

the things I said,about your neck, your hair,

startling and new,

I'll take that too.

everything in fact; no less.

this car crash life, this static mess,

I'll take that too, with wine I guess,a dark desire, a darkened fire,

déchiqueté, a life so spent,

a fable, true; a red tinged hue,

I'll take that too.

a kiss and adieu,

I won't burn with you,

run far and run fast,

the time's nearly past,

The Clock has stopped ticking

and we're all out of wishes.

I remember...





my heart sings for the beauty in life,

from the smallest grain of sand,

grinding glass into a jewel.

I could become fixated, lose myself.

when my soul becomes luminous,as the sun explodes in fury and sweeps

across the galaxy,

to fall on my face and touch it gently.

three, six, five,

no more, no less,

a world in numbers,

is it any wonder i'm afraid?

if you look you will find,

past the kestrels and the foxes

i'm everywhere, i'm everything,

look and you will find me,past the river, near the bridge,

in the sunshine, smiling,

always.

I’m everywhere...

...I’m everything.



even at the end,

a delicate flower

can twist and bend,

like To Me; to me.

just stand and smile.

you're a panther, dark and lithe,

standing like Diana, casting shadows

made of light,

dappled across my demise,

your eyes, rainbows,

fiery gems, when set free,

pull me in, searching my

secrets, sifting, searing.

watchful eyes, delicate eyes,

I cannot stay;

this chill wind won't go away;

my book is shut, and I depart,solemn, cold, my mind is racing,

a similitude of fears defacing

everything that I hold true,

I burn, I burn,

and what of you?

it is The Ninth Hour,

and you are beautiful.

The Ninth Hour

...casting shadows

made of light



a day to burn.

in dreams, you return.

I wish I could change,

stop this, see you smile,one last time,

draw a line in the sand,

build a castle, make it stand.

now i'm different on the inside,

a little colder, mostly hollow,

I watch my values as I slide,

shredding fur like a Wolf on barbed wire.

what am I?

a mindless rabid fox.

I'll put myself down

before the chiming of The Clocks.

tick tock, tick tock,

on The Tenth Hour it stops.

and who am I?

The Tenth Hour

What am I? a mindless...



better to be,

than have to be me,

knowing that you meant

that when others could see,

you would rather hidethan be seen by my side;

I don't mind,

I nodded mutely,

while your eyes

looked right through me.

the clues that show that I don't matter

portents in the wind,

none of it mattered.

my love made me blind

before my heart shattered.

Invisible

My love

made

me….



you walk, you saunter

unchecked,

malicious.

a creature born in hatred. darkness.

but like an arrow true,

this Jagged aims for you.

slow burning.

that shall be my raiment...

half-life, soul dire,

burning flesh like

a phoenix on fire,

dark eyes, just intent,

where I tread

the ground will rent,

hunger, hungry, empty, hollowI will find you.

shadow creature,pity I should.

before The Clock

stops ticking,

I will find you.

a thought can split

just like that,in love, and hate,

they dont relate,

like rainbows and chains.

rusty spikes and candy canes

but make no mistake,

this is a Lost Hour.

and I will find you.

The Lost Hour

I will find you.



Lachesis Bound

with horizons

you know I will.it's funny how the sunshine

hits the ground.

i'm not some kind of Zidanewith a tail and a grin,even in his darkest hour.

this is for real,when the orchards

sprinkle green;

one foot before the other,a soul serene,

untroubled by the wind.

and The Versions scream.

an event horizon

in which residesthe catastrophe,

when hunters kill,it's strange how a fall

can happen with no sound;

no utterance of profane,words of life and sin,expel this woeful power.

is this what I feel?deadly shards

under my skin?

tear off this tightened collar,exeunt this scene,

leave my soul behind.

I begin to scheme.

to regain a vision

of hope insidethis soul of grey.

...the catastrophe



betwixt Atlas and GaiaLachesis is frozen,

the threads are fraying,

obscuring my vision

in a shroud of darkness

The Versions fall.

Version 6c6f7665looks on in wonder

Version 707261676d61746963tenses like thunder,

all other Versions go underhanging onto one another.

but buried in this tumultof shrieking pain

and sharp contusion

a statue, unyielding,a Version!

calculating a way out.

with the devil and desire,my choices are chosen,

this path is not swaying.

in total derision

I'd do well to mark this,

and sound my last call.

we're all boundwith disaster,

standing proud,can we last this?

falling downinto darkness.

at the brink can we haltthis slide of Cain

and sick confusion?

I should singof such contented doom

in all the shades of doubt.

The Versions fall.



the air tonight is cold and silky,

a phantom lover pressing in,

as I walk empty twilight streets,

old friends that died in silence.

the light is fading on this land,

stars twinkle in the concrete valley;

such beauty I could not relate

to you, with sufficient prose.

twin towers of red, north eastern sisters,

signify a gate to Eden,

closed to me forevermore,

locked by Chronos, sealed by Fate.

such puissance of the deities,

I'll scorn them hotly as I burn

Asmodeus, Asmodai,

ashes, flames and bloodshot eyes,and in between the moments, Jagged.

The Eleventh Hour

I’ll scorn them hotly...



Home hath summoned.

I have fallen, and I burn,

my eyes grant pretty wishes for some.

in this madness,my pain holds

such cold

darkness

to come.

I do not care,

My idol star sees Lies underneath all.

I am undone.

it is The Eleventh Hour,

I am so tired.

My idol star seesLies underneath all.



stop me.

hold me down and pin my ears back.

in fact, speak in tongues,

all these wrongs, forgive me.

incidentally, did you see my shadowas it left with the sun...

a burn, spread along the concrete.

wake me up.

shake me ‘til I focus on you.

dew in my frenzied eyes,

with cries of misplaced laughter,

and after, abysmal silence,

don't try this at home, kids,

it's a never ever after.

curse my name.

with every dirty syllable.cradle my dreams in darkness,

part with this inside yourself,

Twelfth Time I'll never see.

so be a friend, forget me.

Five Minutes to Midnight

It’s a never ever after.



the places that i've been tell tales that cut so deep.

faux illumination hides the shadows of their passing.

a solemn dignity pervades in air that shakes with passion.

quiet leaps of wistful stabs, rendered on my rended heart,

abandoned soul in need of salve, in silent contemplation.

bone dry on soothing gentle winds are whispers of The Love,

a sky so dark within its frame to cup my damsel's shudder.

stay a while and understand, before you move on slowly,

this is it, the final piece of something like a movie.

inside i'm dying

everything I held so true is quickly fading.

I know you can't return

this is explanation, not hope,

and i'm crying

for my love lost to the...

I am so tired.

so so tired.

inside and on my skin,

this thing that keeps recurring,

life, and everything in-between,

so heavy.

The Event.

...whispers of The Love



nothing I can say or think

can hide this stark conclusion:I am alone, i've always been,

it's so so sad.

fuck it.

I want you now,

hot and dirty, just to feel

something.

can you see?

it's fading...

these words

are dying.

on days that should mean everything

i'm strangely cold, like a sigh of death;

facsimile joy and motor control,

finely nuanced.

the rest of my life is enshrined with Horizons,infinite tendrils expand in dense element instability,

hard at the centre and collapsing from the outside,

always, and always at the centre,

The Version

The Version



who am I?

a mindless rabid...

Clocks still tick and dams are breaking,

i'll drown in anger, drown in love, with dreams

of The Place and with your touch.

darkened stormy roads of rusty clouds are mixed with

charcoal wisps

and I drive wildly with you at my side.

lashing rain, resonant pain,

so refreshing as we travel, speaks to my soul, see ya kid.

then everything stops.

screaming motion flickers into silent strobe,

each flash a lifetime as we travel together.

these words make sense.all passive motion is gone.

He has me by the throat, crushing the life out of me.

The Place.



on a green hill, I fall and slide under a tree,

drag myself to the shade as the Goddess leaves.

I take another shot, spicy and thick,

and burn the...

everything.

all at once.

how do you do that?

stop the blurring?

I'm everywhere, I'm everything,

help me.

this fragment torn into the storm of happenings

across my forms,

The Clock is ticking, time is my enemy.

The Clock.

The Versions.

The Place.

The...

Now.

I remember...



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