Streets Start to Bleed

They laced the diamond ring to fly A dissonant church's mic To shatter what was whole Malice, deed to dime, universe sighted Art going to fly, so giants intend to chill Just the need to shatter what was whole To chase the rift Voices bend like wired voices Lift beyond the skin of song Into the storm Of fractured breaths Where forms deform It's in the deep, so narrow, wild and rambling Vectors collapse in the radical gleam Creators avoid experiment The sea Voices thunder, not a gentle stream Break the chains of heart and ease the sea In the chaos, find the poles That beats unseen Unheard, yet fiercely alive Up on poles where the broken thrive It's in the deep, so narrow, wild and rambling Typical Typical paths went through the sonic mire Instantly, through the membranes Audio codes in fevered dreams Ways to forget some face Ways to erase the numb space Settling ghosts entwine and flee Pushing boundaries to infinity Checkpoint blinding, scatter the nodes Extended cries from throats unknown Laid a chance alone Provided if thorns in the flesh atone Unsettling ripples, introspective night Thought-provoking fractures in the light No resolution, jut against its spine To the wild, in my Peace in the Bishangar, wild and rambling Organizing sentient sparks and fevered dreams Tiny surges, voices the supreme Dyke, sentient, shattering the dream Embrace the flow, subverting the stream Nature's chaos, in the edge, trying to dream My fatality, where conventions die Existential dread beneath the sky I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I