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Walks with me

The depth of it I don't understand

Controlling every thought within my brain

Paranoia from a sense of doom

Sometimes high, most of the time low

Never mind if it's all the same

I'll go back and start again

 

I see the corruption in every twist

A negative thought and a haloed kiss

The feeling good, over to soon

The sun has gone it's dark, sad

all that's left is the shadow of the moon

 

I walk alone along my path

I often cry and seldom laugh

am I the only one left to feel this way

No one listens long enough to hear my say, no one cares enough to feel

Follows my solitude with a Devils kill

 

Into the mortuary I will go one day

A dark little chapel, a final say

It would not be if it were up to me

My final heart would be beneath a tree

With birds wooing and calling their loves

A musical chorus from above

 

Peace from this depression

No more will I see the evil in life

The hatred from brothers in arms

Right wing atrocity, a race of 

velocity to gain the power of murderous fate, big tall fence, a hardened Gate, 

Scrape bloody fingers on the wall

I'll never be  part of it at all. 

 

Hallelujah, res ipsa loquitur, respice finem,

things speak for themselves, look back at the end, forget all the past hatred will not mend, darkened spirits descend to hell

resurgam in aeternum forever my friend.

 

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