1) The world scorns me
Without reason
No Blood, upon my hands
The guilt destroys me,
Without reason,
Thoughts fight, sense disbands
I am spinning
in the mist,
and Catching
glimpses as I twist
As spectres
smother my existence
Hiding joy
and warping distance,
Trivialities
are manifest
Drunk on self importance,
dressed
Clinically,
and all in white
Anaesthetists,
I feel no light.
Hold me now and show me
sense
I need a frame
of reference,
Joy, at times, will follow,
after
Let me know and
show me laughter
Show me love,
And tell me if,
Asking why’s
A dangerous gift.
*
2) We can never be free
Or unshackle the chain
Of cause,
and effect
We are never free
From the consequences
Of our actions,
unless
We break free
from our mind’s archives
Of shame,
and unrest
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
1) The world scorns me
Without reason
No Blood, upon my hands
The guilt destroys me,
Without reason,
Thoughts fight, sense disbands
I am spinning
in the mist,
and Catching
glimpses as I twist
As spectres
smother my existence
Hiding joy
and warping distance,
Trivialities
are manifest
Drunk on self importance,
dressed
Clinically,
and all in white
Anaesthetists,
I feel no light.
Hold me now and show me
sense
I need a frame
of reference,
Joy, at times, will follow,
after
Let me know and
show me laughter
Show me love,
And tell me if,
Asking why’s
A dangerous gift.
*
2) We can never be free
Or unshackle the chain
Of cause,
and effect
We are never free
From the consequences
Of our actions,
unless
We break free
from our mind’s archives
Of shame,
and unrest
2006 * then *
