Hyperbolic statements can't seem to convey
How the peacekeepers can no longer keep the rioters at bay
And in a trying time my adviser would say,
"Give in to their demands, your grace, I do pray."
But I have been exhausted from toiling all day
So I will rest motionless on this bed I shall stay
As the fabric of my sanity begins to fray.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
Diablo is back.
"I will devour your being," he says to me, taunting.
It's so easy for him now. Now that night is falling.
Eternity with me a vow he gives me as he's grinning.
And again I wonder how to stop myself from falling
Back into the pits of hell wherein before you I was living
Because it's not exactly what most would have you believing.
It's not as they say "seas of molten copper and fire"
Oftentimes it's a mere lack of reason or desire
To keep going and instead a nagging feeling to expire
As if clothed with a massive dense leaden attire
As if Yahweh himself has yielded to tire.
But the facade often lies to show nothing is dire.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC