Conceptual Bleeding Poem by Vision Ghost

Whenever the seconds of days in sync of somewhere
So lost words in only thoughts lost in the unspent air
Don’t you know what lies behind these tears unsigned?
Praying these words are not for the forever confined

Trapped in the moment as the right one lost direction
Somehow never found me in a place of lonely reception
Never wanted to be this angry young man but afraid
That a fury so remains and the debt is forever unpaid

Shrink back as though in the gaze of a god’s revelation
Too much in a brightness burning my eyes’ condemnation
I could hold the flames in my hands if not the flaring
Of my skin to something inside while others stand staring

As messages I called out but never deemed received
But sentenced for ones tongue thus never so reprieved
I stand beside my own conscious conclusions too lost
And the breathing down my own neck forlorn a cost

As no price is placed upon a heart unheard but disturbed
Raged within the cage of the silent walls unperturbed
Delved deep into solitudes insanity in my own screaming
Beat the bricks until the bleeding feeds the weeds unbinding

They mimic without flowers of veins of a mind abandoned
Beneath the mask of my face forever etched and stoned
As the legend of one famous after death never witnessed
Yet in testimony he shall be that forever so now blessed

I could cry words and be the example of a living epitaph
Requited now in my own innocence of a shadow in craft
But no one ever saw the implied words inside the fevers
Turned away as I was too much to take, in such endeavours

Remain under the soil of the darkness that so surrounds
Caught only as the reeds tie and my cries now abounds
I shall continue to haemorrhage in silenced cementing
As I bind the dust in my rusty hands loosing grip and falling