Subconciously, I slowly plough on
putting in place what needs to be done,
all these gained memories stored within
too many, causing this whitenoise din.
Re-called memories from collected photos.
Something within me stirs and glows
from re-read forgotten love letters
recieved from those daughters.
Burning within my vengeful fire
meditating like a scarficed martyr
my deep automatic shutdown procedure,
begins as I reach critical levels of anger,
Silluetted, my lifelong bridges burn
raising hell I cannot control, can never learn.
In the ashes my personal effects destroyed,
Selr created no-mans land is fully deployed
when my dead body is found, it will be cold
to match the soul I've never controlled.
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