The world spirals out to
The fingertips of bare branches
Whose leaves, fallen, died before they touched
The earth, these words
Are not dressed to console
But pressed to the souls
Of the damned
These words, left to the bold
Would burn through the soles
Of the meek, who in their travels
Swear to seek heaven, instead
Find me, bearing a contract
That cannot be beat
The words viral now
Infect the lungs of the weak
Whose dreams, fallen, died before they touched
The day, these worlds
Are not formed to compose
But to scratch out a hole
For these seeds, who in their feeding
Dare to grow, at the expense of the trees
Instead, find sunlight must be bartered for
With the strong, who've swallowed the light
All along, who would find fault
When a shadow seeks to draw
His enemy close
None, save those who know
Of death and the devil
And his love for the angels
Who would slander this cloak
With holes in the hope
That the flesh beneath would burn
That the breath exhaled would be a spur
In his throat
Dare you dress in chaos, then know
I scream, to free this burden
From within the passages I've worded
I am deeper, darker
Than the hearts of murderous men
A devil, surely, but one
Who keeps the blood flowing
Who keeps the curtains from closing
Before the encore, just one more dance
With your kerosene lips
To ensure, the world will burn
Before me.
No comments:
Post a Comment