In amongst the twisted metal,
Searching for a better time,
Feeling life, at best is brittle,
But, at least, I know it's mine.
As the world turns, to its ending,
I perceived much fewer goals,
As I see less worth befriending,
As the days grow shorter, cold.
But in my heart, there is a river,
At its heart, there is some gold.
As my members, seize & shiver,
Deep, within, I'm never old.
Once, the broken mind, grows older,
Pulling at death's cold, hard shoulder.
Cannot, mend the fence.
Nor, make good recompense.
For all I've done,
The lies I've spun,
And thrown away, such mighty love.
As I, unlovable, yet free,
Remember all, they did to me,
I gave you things, I never meant,
Our lives were cracked,
Were knarled and bent,
And so I changed it, pushed, and ran,
Completed all the world began,
And I became, all what I can,
Another kind of broken man,
The one who'll never stand as tall,
As when you laughed and smiled, at me.
Those with an assertive tone,
Use you, then leave you, alone,
Quid-pro-quo, gain & loss,
You're the loser, they're the boss,
Lying, if it suits their ends,
Manipulating "life-long friends,"
Until, there's nothing to be gained,
Unrest, protest, same again,
Rationalise, and then, despise,
Clever, mirror, their disguise,
Chameleons, performance cars,
But, you're the one left, with the scars.
Best avoided, hustlers, rubes,
"Do me now", I'm here for you,
This is what, we're both here for?
I'm not the guy, who YOU ignore!
There must be a time
When the subconscious mind
Can escape, and it all, melts-away,
One day, we might see,
What has happened, to me,
When the ones,
Who, might love me,
Won't stay.
Excuse my inflection,
And bulging erection,
Self-pity's become all the rage,
As I write-down my faults,
And, examine the vaults,
Of my own self-will, run-wild.
[As the darkness
Leaned-forward
And smiled...]
You suspect,
That you've all
Been beguiled.
Which is why,
Our adversary smiles.
The injustice,
Continues, for miles.
No more bipolar
On a roller
People who deceive
Then leave
They promise you
The Internet
Then take all
that they can get
Assurance of
Second birth
Stated with
Quiet mirth
What do you expect?
All the while
Profound defects
Pass the time
With stilted rhyme
Until you
say goodbye
They've gone,
but don't you cry.
You've gone,
But I won't cry.
