Time takes as all,
like the pendulum
over the condemmed
The inclined drive,
to the wrong side
the maddness in their eyes
That makes mother's scream
and children cry
and why so many good men die
It is why your afraid,
to go out at night
also why the warrior
gives up the fight
And Why my soul is
such a unsightly sight,
I want to fall
Burn it all at a wims call,
"evil fool!" will ring
while cries sink in
I want to bask in shame,
a darker fame
I want to see a different frame,
a different kind of pain
I want my head to viewen in a basket,
a shallower kind of casket
I want to hated,
overly jaded
I want my human side,
to be faded
The purer side,
disapated
I want to fall
Adding your comment:
Dark piece, but very good read!
