I feel apart of this hick town place
Breathing in life, through open, clean air
Trapped by my mind in a wide open space
My granddad showed me on his Gum tree
The marks left by moths and beetles alike
I went to touch them whilst he let them be
The Scribbly Gum tells the same story
Our lives intertwined in memories
The aftermath of destruction, can be beauty
My chubby hands admire what my eyes miss
like a blind man hungry for the verse
I feel the indented trails, lead me into the abyss
I envy those tiny critters, hiding away
creating art without even knowing
One day I shall join them and there I shall stay
Dancing glimpses of times past
The smell of eucalyptus sticking to hot air
Pulling, aching strings of my childish heart
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Hollow and empty within
Scattered leaves, on crimson ground
Horror waiting to begin
Closed door, cracked and chipped
Building from a ruin
Beating, bleeding, ripped
Screams shatter the silence
Inside the mind, they rage outwards
Dwelling and feasting on violence
The evolution of agony
Sinister but regal I reign
Waves on contempt wash over me
Who am I, you say
I am the abyss
And this is the only way
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC