Came from
someone once
addicted to attention
I sit in cellars now with hooked
replacement hands from when
I tried to reach
toward the same
end as my creator
It sure is lonely here.
I reach to wipe my eyes
of tears I thought beyond me
to tear the crystals out
with talon pressed and pointed
Came from
someone once
addicted to delusion
In fact she kept
her throne of chaos intact
Until the day
she died malignant
with her virulence she sat
And so my throat
spits the voice of dissent
else I repeat the same
How do I
raise the volume though
so rebels travel my way?
Enough of us
dumb enough
to forfeit
the little we hold
for the objective good
the mass is
scared to death to
once again acknowledge
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Came from
someone once
addicted to attention
I sit in cellars now with hooked
replacement hands from when
I tried to reach
toward the same
end as my creator
It sure is lonely here.
I reach to wipe my eyes
of tears I thought beyond me
to tear the crystals out
with talon pressed and pointed
Came from
someone once
addicted to delusion
In fact she kept
her throne of chaos intact
Until the day
she died malignant
with her virulence she sat
And so my throat
spits the voice of dissent
else I repeat the same
How do I
raise the volume though
so rebels travel my way?
Enough of us
dumb enough
to forfeit
the little we hold
for the objective good
the mass is
scared to death to
once again acknowledge
