The End Is Nigh
Of life, I am
a foolish child
With scythes
and pretty things,
Out there, somewhere,
running wild
Adorned in
angels wings,
Naïvely cutting
down my peers
Before they have a
chance to grow,
Dressing them
in my favourite fears
And an unstable
status quo.
Superficial hugs
and kisses
Ensure that
I survive,
Despite you all
and near misses
Perchance
I am still alive.
Of death, l am
a wise old fool
With poems
and sound advice,
In there, somewhere,
losing my cool,
Stripped down
to things not nice,
Mocking dreams
and lifelong friends
Before they get
too real,
But it's too late
to make amends
Or change
the way I feel,
I need the love
I once denied
And still,
I don't know why,
I only know
the voices inside
Are telling me
the end is nigh.
© RJVHorton 2015
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
The End Is Nigh
Of life, I am
a foolish child
With scythes
and pretty things,
Out there, somewhere,
running wild
Adorned in
angels wings,
Naïvely cutting
down my peers
Before they have a
chance to grow,
Dressing them
in my favourite fears
And an unstable
status quo.
Superficial hugs
and kisses
Ensure that
I survive,
Despite you all
and near misses
Perchance
I am still alive.
Of death, l am
a wise old fool
With poems
and sound advice,
In there, somewhere,
losing my cool,
Stripped down
to things not nice,
Mocking dreams
and lifelong friends
Before they get
too real,
But it's too late
to make amends
Or change
the way I feel,
I need the love
I once denied
And still,
I don't know why,
I only know
the voices inside
Are telling me
the end is nigh.
© RJVHorton 2015
