Every pattern is a cudgel to pain
Every equation rings out your reign
Its on the whispers and tirades of the wind
Its in the ripple of water and crashing waves of the sea
Each sinew tugged at and tortured
Frayed nerves screeching and screaming at me
Begging for the holy oil,
the balm of relief
The anointing of peace
Yet even that hope lies shattered
in the broken pieces of usefulness
Dis-ease
distorted harmonics resonating agony
where once was perfect and sound cohesion
Each moment now a taught tension
a pugnacious trap for excrutiation
Every device is a loaded trigger for wretched pangs all I want to to do is merely write
Of beauty and hope to soothe
What sabotage for a poet
Whose pain enscription was a grateful muse
I find nothing of comfort
Because, every idea breathes nothing but signals heralding yet more and more pain
Just like the photo of us dancing in the rain
I feel like it might never happen again
Memory is a Pain upon a pain
Mnemonics are the seat of my suffering again
And your mighty reign of anguish
An insanity that devours me
But I will not succumb
I will remain
I will come through this somewhat sane
And you'll be that forgotten memory
I refuse to let inside my brain
The rent will be sky high
And I WILL BE ME AGAIN!
Mar 29, 2023
Mar 29, 2023 at 6:19 AM UTC
Every pattern is a cudgel to pain
Every equation rings out your reign
Its on the whispers and tirades of the wind
Its in the ripple of water and crashing waves of the sea
Each sinew tugged at and tortured
Frayed nerves screeching and screaming at me
Begging for the holy oil,
the balm of relief
The anointing of peace
Yet even that hope lies shattered
in the broken pieces of usefulness
Dis-ease
distorted harmonics resonating agony
where once was perfect and sound cohesion
Each moment now a taught tension
a pugnacious trap for excrutiation
Every device is a loaded trigger for wretched pangs all I want to to do is merely write
Of beauty and hope to soothe
What sabotage for a poet
Whose pain enscription was a grateful muse
I find nothing of comfort
Because, every idea breathes nothing but signals heralding yet more and more pain
Just like the photo of us dancing in the rain
I feel like it might never happen again
Memory is a Pain upon a pain
Mnemonics are the seat of my suffering again
And your mighty reign of anguish
An insanity that devours me
But I will not succumb
I will remain
I will come through this somewhat sane
And you'll be that forgotten memory
I refuse to let inside my brain
The rent will be sky high
And I WILL BE ME AGAIN!
CPRS will forget my Name!
