Words of skill
All truly nill
To feel like you’ve had your fill
Words to kill
Your silly thrill
A pre-planned emotional spill
Mighty this, mighty that
Hoard through gluttony on fat
A cause for your divisive hat
Purge the soul
Purge the whole
Purge the backstabbing mole
Knives in my back
Foresight you lack
Through silence fade to black
Words to be slick
Words to be quick
Attachments resemble a walking stick
Independence
In dependence
I had travelled afar,
Slept under many a star
Through mountains, dungeons and caves,
Freeing dozens of tortured slaves
A true harbinger of peace,
Over all I shall have ruled with ease
In many a battle I had slaughtered and maimed,
For my just brutality over hills I am famed
All who would anger and oppose me,
By the tip of my blade would be set free
Such was my repertoire beyond countless days and starry nights,
Famed as a god I was, fabled and mythical were all my fights
But, today in this world of netherworldly rainbowed colours,
My soul paces with unease, twitching with feral fervours
For what I found in this world upon my arriving,
Intense and surreal was the rising
Pointless
Futile
Vain
Insane
Fragile
Frail
Sorrow
Prevails
Empty, vacant
Soulless shell
Very much alive
In this deep wicked hell
Did you know him?
Who?Him?
Yes!Him!I didn’t know him!
Oh,really?I didn’t know him as well!
As well as what?
What was in his life’s well?
Well, who knows?
Did you know him?
Me?No!Never took the time actually!
Oh,how sad!What about you?
Any clue who he was?
Nope!Just another nameless soul to me!
Hmm mm
How sad!
Doesn’t anybody know him?
Me?No!Who me?No!
Well,it looks he was in an invisible cloak!
Trying to fit in with us??
Wasn’t he just a joke!
Or was he?
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
In mind, in body, in spirit
I wish to nullify this life’s defecit
Living with a silent scorn
All efforts vain and torn
Endless ridiculing
Suffocation stifling
Oh my illuminary friend
Please help me see this end
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
Stagnating within a stagnant pause
Deep,
That’s what it was
Like a black & white movie
With no white
Bottomless, endless vertical
Spiral of darkness
Moist, moss massacred
Stone stairway deep
Deep down doomed
Fear follows visual sensory registration
A movement inside
Of something wearing a black hide
Pitch black lack
My eyes slack
Hand outward
Me inward
