And so I sat there aimlessly,
crying to above.
Until the angels sing my song,
I mourn for my lost love.
The trees bow down with somber grace,
the flowers all look in,
to see the tears stream down my face;
I end where I begin.
Dust to dust: my time has come.
my body shouts relief!
that it is free from endless pain,
and suffocating grief.
Received by those who live above,
on earth no more to dwell.
Free from the thirst for love's sweet kiss,
that time could never quell.
Spiders and goblins in cracks on the wall,
waiting in glee as my consciousness falls,
distorting my thoughts and twisting my mind.
They lurk in the shadows,
until their time comes,
and wait at the gallows
to torment the damned.
Demons and devils alight on the winds,
stalking me slowly and shouting my sins,
piercing my body and poisoning my head.
They dwell in tomorrow,
in years yet to pass,
and feed on the sorrow
that paints us blood red.
Monsters and mysteries color the earth,
dancing around me and sparking my mirth.
I carve them in slab and sing them in songs.
Without shame they taunt me,
rattling our chains.
oh, to be falsely free,
and
And so I sat there aimlessly,
crying to above.
Until the angels sing my song,
I mourn for my lost love.
The trees bow down with somber grace,
the flowers all look in,
to see the tears stream down my face;
I end where I begin.
Dust to dust: my time has come.
my body shouts relief!
that it is free from endless pain,
and suffocating grief.
Received by those who live above,
on earth no more to dwell.
Free from the thirst for love's sweet kiss,
that time could never quell.
Spiders and goblins in cracks on the wall,
waiting in glee as my consciousness falls,
distorting my thoughts and twisting my mind.
They lurk in the shadows,
until their time comes,
and wait at the gallows
to torment the damned.
Demons and devils alight on the winds,
stalking me slowly and shouting my sins,
piercing my body and poisoning my head.
They dwell in tomorrow,
in years yet to pass,
and feed on the sorrow
that paints us blood red.
Monsters and mysteries color the earth,
dancing around me and sparking my mirth.
I carve them in slab and sing them in songs.
Without shame they taunt me,
rattling our chains.
oh, to be falsely free,
and
Ever get Deja vu? All the time? Sometimes I have memories of conversations from months back that only happened five minutes ago. Ive checked. They never happened.
Today, I went to the library. before that I rode a bus quite unpleasantly full of people. Looking back on it all, I have composed a lune:
bus of terror,
smelly children packed in hatefully,
I hate lunes.
We also learned Shakespearean insults. my favorite is:
" Thou mammering, clapper-clawed fustilarian!"
Goodbye.