When ‘enough’ is just a word
And there’s nowhere else to turn,
When the world seems so absurd
And you wish it would all burn.
That’s when you see the colors
Of our doomed humanity.
You will find that your brothers
Fell into insanity.
It is best to close the page,
Forget what you once held dear.
Turn away from war and rage
Or be consumed by your fear…
Find your way back from the abyss,
It’s not what you lack that people miss.
Nothing could change the way they see
The world in this disharmony.
The rules have long been written,
And not one has been smitten.
For fairness or doubt they fought back
Only to realize what they lack…
The role is played,
The curtain is closed.
I am afraid
Of being exposed.
Without reason
Or simplest delay,
Commit treason
And never stay.
Question my motives,
If there were any.
Try to notice
The last penny.
Close your eyes
You’ll see my soul,
It’s full of lies,
Black, like coal.
I might be mean,
Cruel and heartless.
Nothing unseen,
But regardless
Painfully phrasing
All that abides.
It’s amazing
What a smile hides.
Pretty angel, dressed in white,
You’re a blessing in the light.
Yet inside you’re sick and twisted.
I can’t believe that wasn’t listed…
Accursed demon of the night,
Where you go, you bring a fight.
Even though you care for flowers,
I know you’ll steal what’s ours!
Mirror, mirror, standing tall,
Have you seen this one at all?
With a smile, or a frown,
Maybe wearing a golden crown.
Here today, tomorrow, never…
They might think they are so clever
Hiding with the world close-by,
Never around to ask why.
Tucked away so far from sight,
No where near the burning light,
That can show what is shrouded
With them all, it’s getting crowded.
Cloak the sky in black
Cradle what once was me,
There is no turning back.
It’s time to finally see
That all that is holy
Can not truly be just.
We are not so lowly,
Overtaken by lust!
The time has begun,
We are not meant for the gallows,
After all is said and done
Even angels have shadows…
Young birds dream of faraway lands,
Yet not one misunderstands
That distance might not be the answer,
But allure from a gipsy dancer,
Poison to each who owns the fruit,
Be careful before it takes root
As when it claims your damned soul
The only thing left is burnt coal.
It’s good to know reality,
Tell it apart from fantazy,
But never let the illusion
Become a dark delusion.
I have nothing to say,
Yet I am glad for days,
Because some choose to stay
While I burn in a blaze.
It’s good that someone hears,
Else I would be crazy,
I’ve been hiding for years
The world now looks hazy.
I might not have much,
Need to get a clue,
But for your gentle touch
I want to say thank you.
Your hands, they mold me,
Your voice, made me see
What is beautiful…
What is suitable…
You were my hero,
I was the zero.
The mistake you made
That was close to the blade.
You say it’s not so,
Then why did you go?
Why was I alone?
I am not your clone!
I know it was hard,
I know you are scarred,
But you didn’t ask,
So it will not last…
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