Dark Poetry #4 |
just a few words |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
To the morals of today, And the ones of yesterday, My attitude towards all, Remains in a constant shudder, Without knowing the facts- Every act seems desolate, For within me lies a demon, I alone will confess- No values will remain intact, To the saviors who lay barren, Spoonful of love diversifies, The ending of this line- Remains in constant motion, Struggling public remains less doubtful, Blissful am I to stand alone, Every sense is preoccupied- To fill the wants and proceed, Restoration offers no new discovery, For the second glance can never replace the first, And through the day and night, These rhymes are written, When the necessity confronts- The ongoing success, What length remains immeasurable, For the instrument is built with modification in mind, The tonic rests where the illness began, But the belief in one cure is chilled, My mind confirms the notion of madness, And my fellows the others… I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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