A DREAM BELIED
It hurts me just a little always being in the middle
While the answer to the riddle seemingly flies overhead.
Cause the only truth I'm knowing is the Darkness everglowing
Over streaming tears flowing from voiceless eyes of the dead.
Cause when dread, itself, is falling strangely new light comes calling.
Master and slave both crawling, groveling in pits of shame.
As meaningless moderation yields to administration,
While permissive inclination grants resurrection of the name.
From anger grows a plastic smile of deviance strewn from denial,
The gavel raised but who's on trial, why have shackles befallen me.
Can't recall being implicated, if ever at all my case was stated,
Let it be known to the placated, I bear their shroud of misery.
As painted words of glossy white can't blind me from the dagger's plight
Snickers and sneers till Dawn's delight hold my sleep to captive shreds.
But far be it for me to wallow, no, ‘tis not my conscious that's hollow,
And I have no choice but to follow for fear the disease spreads.
Now, the whispers from the dark all seem to bear an angel's mark
While bereft, barren and stark, all look upon me with chagrin.
Saddened sockets in their faces, far off eyes from empty spaces,
See hope placed in me, their stasis, crumbling within.
Sadly, it's my disposition, that has led to this volition,
False belief placed in position of decorated trust.
How can I look upon them now, the Dream belied, and if not, how
Could fractured pride ever allow one to see through this disgust.
It's the little things you take for granted,
That'll mean the most to you when they're gone.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 01-05-2000).]