The writings of Oddpoet

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

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