This day exact I am unsure
Body growing ever more unpure
My head, it fills with pain
My gut, it feels a flame
Too uncomfortable to slumber
Too confused to fight this cumber
A simple breath brings nothing woe
My desire to fight is beginning to slow
I beg of you not to weep
The time is now for my last sleep
I can no longer fight this strife
I surrender to Death this my life
She’s watching you with your tears
Crawled deep into a corner crying
She deeply wishes to settle your fears
Now stop thinking of your dying.
A plan of hers is forming well
Piece by piece it moves along
Bring closer the time for his death knell
A deed to be done undoing the wrong
The mortal game is now in play
From this destiny, he can not out run
Deep in her cross hairs he is her prey.
By the hands of calamity, your misery undone
A man lived long ago
Up on a hill that few did not know
And there he lived lonely and cold
Until one day he no longer grew old
Up on the hill the dark house did sit
With a single candle in the window still lit
Winds blew threw the open window sills
As the house grew colder, quieter and still
The man died alone
Holding his crown and sitting in his thrown
Deep in his castle
Hidden from the people whom he did hassle
He was strong, brave, and bold
And a strong kingdom was his goal
He taxed and taxed and taxed ‘til they could not eat
And then made the staving men kiss his feet
One day he commanded he be left alone
“No one shall ever stand near my thrown”
He bellowed like the beast of the wild
And his orders were kept by every man, woman, and child
So there in the house on the hill
The man lies lonely and still
There is a secret
Held deep
Tightly in a fist
Placed across a now silent heart
Under a cold moon
With a stale mildew breeze
Blowing ever so slightly.
Waves slap the white beach
Whispers rattle the quiet air
As the story of a deed done here
Is spoken by those eternally silent.
Life? A simple accident arising from the bioelectric interactions of non sentient chemical reactions caused by bonds of matter.
There is monster reflected to me.
I fear there is no way to win this attack.
A face that once stared back at me.
Now is but a strange memory.
Pride escapes my emotional queue.
A mis-wiring doomed me from the start
A creature mutated from humanity.
I feel there is no purpose to pursue.
Is my existence suppose to be?
Can I prove me worthy of time?
I am so confused.
I am so confused.
These evil demons called thoughts.
They have all but destroyed my me.
Help me find a cure.
Help me find a cure.
Help me kill this cursed sickness.
So shall I live again.
Barricades interfering with habitual procedures.
Alternate considerations brought into the moment.
Working in concert the bodies move.
Coveting fulfillment of the intentions.
With tribulation they prepare for the approach.
Au courant means brings submission of resistance.
Efficacious ingress of unfamiliar territory
ambushes the skeptical party.
Culminating to unrivaled excitement
from the unconventional measure.
The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I’m from the government and I’m here to help.’
– Ronald Reagan
