Minds drawing blanks To this semi loaded weapon As broken ear gets spoken upon By wasteful youth, spewing out mouthfuls Speech impediments, Speech impairments Drink to slur your words upon empty promises Rhythms get tapped out, Rhymes get sung out Blurred out visions, eye twitches A sight looking out onto the decaying world That closes in around the primitive creature Stir crazed, Trapped and enveloped within its own self mutilation Its embodiment shivers, shattering dreams As it looks for the warmth of a blanketed soul To be swept away like yesterday's recycled tradegy Ripped torn apart otherwise dumped at its wayside Tortured by its own demise The jagged knife slices deep into its wrist To only impeach a livelihood Within its own words and steps Wondering where to go on forth From this plateau of mystifications Truth be told, truth be had Jack the pearl of the living psyche
Caution: Things that go bump in the night, isn't always darkness! Copyright by Aiden L K Riverstone