They Come for me
As if the beats of my heart were unique.
As if I were a star in a long dead constellation
To be resurrected by sad eyes
Layers of false hope strew the stage
Genetically predispositioned to save the gene
I am more than that fuckers!
Climb they implore
Can you not see the light?
I can not be blinded by false hope
Their penciled stick figured God
Would embrace me
Like some chick’s cheap fuck toy
Would you cheapen insanity?
Make it a crawling insect
Searching for death?
I stare at the world
In a ring made of cheap dreams
It ain’t good enough
I go deeper into the maze
The path is down
Not up
I am the last magician
But I ply no tricks
I just dig
Deeper
Deeper
Tags: Acceptance, angst, despair, life, madness










Posted on March 11th, 2010 at 7:30 pm
This is deep deep and deeper! Yeah, that insanity thingy… it ain’t funny and it ain’t cheap. Paid for with lost moments that are invaluable. Really like this… I really do.
Posted on March 12th, 2010 at 4:59 pm
Deep is as deep does. At least i think. Thank you Para for always reading and your support.
Posted on March 12th, 2010 at 5:11 pm
no problem, Forrest.