Posts Tagged ‘Sorrow’

Time to put the universe to rights,
I shed my fabric skin,
The shower opens up,
The senate has begun,

In this congress of glass,
The water pours,
I establish my assertion,
To the shampoos present,

To the bottle senators in the room,
To the shower gels and sponges,
I pontificate,
And argue astutely,

With a confidence,
Invisible at all other times,
And a shrewd reasoning,
That drains away as the aqua ceases,

All clean,
I’ve won the argument,
I’ve cracked the problem,
The water is their applause,

It fades down the drain.

Looking out to sea,
Reminds me of your face,
Each wave a memory,
Ashen is my face,
Since you left,

You returned to the fatherland,
I never heard your voice again,
Why did you vanish?
Do you miss me?
Do you even remember me?

You were a complicated soul,
At war with yourself,
But I adored you all the same,
You had a pretty form,
That screamed nonconformist,

Do you remember that night?
Among the gravestones,
When we first kissed,
You were never a lover,
But you were my true friend,

We were a pair,
Of eccentric clowns,
Dancing in the worlds misery,
Ballet in the sunless streets,
Nobody else could make me dance,

I won’t dance again.

In my minds eye,
I see myself,
In the coming years,
Down on my luck,
In the brumal months,
Cloaked in a ragged greatcoat,

Among the dreary remains,
Of a night in a haze,
A melancholy stupor,
Initiated by the barman,
But not of his design,
A tap of liquid misery,

Will they find me in the gutter?
Slouched with my whisky friends,
Bottles of woe,
Among the scents of ethanol,
And spoils of spilled amber,
Spirits on the stones,

And when it comes to the grim autopsy,
Will the cause of death be phrenitis?
Or a broken heart?

I see my target,
Surrounded by craters and husks of society,
Caked in mud and gory detritus,
He must have fought for hours,
Days even,
No matter,

A sniper feels no mercy,
I align my reticule,
Let’s take a look at this prey,
I’ve prowled his unit all week,
Drenched and weary,
Not much longer,

I wonder if he misses home,
His mother must miss him,
His father must be crestfallen,
Their son was conscripted,
But soon to be sent home,
In a bag of his own,

He’s a young man,
Surely a beau of his village,
Glint of a wedding ring,
She must be beautiful,
Wonder if they have children,
He’s not coming home little ones,

He glances fearfully about,
The lightning bolt before the trigger,
Time to earn my pay,
I breathe in,
And smirk,
For him the war is over.

I took a walk this morn,
Along a gloomy lane,
To ponder the world,
And my place in it,

The grey clouds,
They look so bleak,
Yet so free,
A blanket of sorrow,

The sky begins to weep,
Along with myself,
Like a somber choir,
Calling out into the fog audience,

They whisper to me as I drudge,
They tell me,
Even misery can be freedom,
Sadness is not made of chains,

Cry and still progress,
I return home a changed man,
The grey clouds,
They continue on to eternity.

A continuation of ‘Cerberus‘.

I was in hell,
I climbed out,
Through the barbed wire,
And viridian flames,
My charred body endures,
Even as strips of flesh yield,

That thrice-headed horror,
It hunted me here,
But it neglected the fact,
A prey cornered is vicious,
I dismembered it in glee,
I wear its teeth as trophies,

I don the cracked mask once more,
I am once more the apex,
I’m back,
They’ll suffer for their transgression,
Daring to end my imbrued crusade,
I’ll punish them all,

I hear the cattle call,
With their cell phones and banter,
Anathema to my senses,
My killer instinct,
It sends bolts down my spine,
Let’s punish the world,

Never was affluent in life,
So lets try unlife,
The world is my stage again,
My carnival of gore and chaos,
My charnel house,
My festival of blood,

My bloody legacy is renewed,
I’ll sit atop the corpses,
Of the whole world,
A holy throne,
Even the reaper shall bow to me,
Caked in the grisly glory,

Of my monument of gore.

I remember a tale,
Far to the east,
In the cold empire,
A plan was produced,
To kill a mystic,
A holy man,
A healer,
A strannik,
A problem,

After previous attempted failed,
By a peasant madwoman coerced,
A new scheme was required,
An invite to a house,
With a blade biding its time,
Cups and bottles of venom,
Three gunshots of hate,
A lover of a queen,
Buried in the snow.

Most people have somebody,
Who got away,
But you,
You didn’t get away,
You simply went away,

When you went away,
Both in body and heart,
You were never mine,
Not to lose,
Not to love,
Not to grow with,

But it hurts all the same,
Cuts like a saw,
Causing my wrists to bleed,
And tempting me with the bottle,
I’ll tell you true,
It nearly killed me,

I’m getting better,
I’ll make it,
I’ll survive,
But I won’t be truly living,
Because you went away.

I sit here drearily,
Half-awake ruminating,
Am i truly human?
Or simply a parody,
A caricature,

It’s not too clear,
My actions are ridiculous,
My words a bad joke,
My opinions are imbecilic,
As if assembled by a drunken puppeteer,

I’m a clown,
My visage is a laughing stock,
Bleak browns and gloomy greys,
A dispiriting punchline,
Put together by a comedian god,

A satire of a person,
A cautionary tale,
A Punch without a Judy,
A Jack who killed Jill,
Humpty Dumpty after the fall,

I’m a jester,
I’m a parody.

Been in this pit for a while,
Stuck in the dark,
My mind claws at the walls,
Leaving deep ruts,
I sit cradling my weary brain,

I have not the strength,
Nor the will,
To escape this place,
Can anyone tell me what sunlight is?
I don’t remember,

I forget what threw me down,
Maybe I jumped,
Would I choose this dismal hell?
To punish myself,
Or was it someone else?

I hear happiness walk past my pit,
Joys and laughs,
Elation and innocence,
They glance down timidly,
And hear my misery,

My moans scare them,
They flee in terror,
They leave me down here,
Trapped in the gloom,
Trapped in the pit.