All the world is mad, except thee and me, and even thee's a little mad at times.
Like an agitated stream my thoughts froth,
As a shackled beast his freedom denied,
Too much you love that your fury would loath,
Tortured mind, his love still defied.
Can I hate? Can I break? Can I smash and unleash the darkness within?
Old man! hunched low, shroud of peace and humble smile ,all but holy,
Are you annoyed hmmm? Are you irritated hmm? stored away in a corner from my kith and kin,
Shift of stance... poised to strike... glance that says...are you watching closely ...
Shroud is torn... sky is cast... hell break loose,
Theres something crawling in the night,
Halo or horn I'm no ones to choose,
My anger is my pain and my love my might .
Can I lay blame? Can I share my pain?
Oh really I can?
Please ...Away! my hatred is nobody's to scan
Leave me be... leave me be
I have nothing! no more... my life... my love... my soul
It is all for you to see
Withered wand and and shattered whole...
Passerby pass me by,
My anger lost, for love I find
The hour is dark, the end is nigh
Old ways will die, when teeth will grind,
Through dark ways he comes with light anew,
Fathom over the riddle ,over this confused cue
If there is an answer, it is for no one to find...
An uncoiled spring... always left to wind ...
1 comment:
I like the action in the words, and the sounds that they make. Your words are expressive!
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