I started with feelings Then worked my way down Severing ties with each chord of my heart And in limited contact with pleasure and pain
By Michael Brandon Marchese4 years ago in Poets
Defeated in depression In your lonely little life Trapped within a world of others Since the one you knew is rife With inequality, injustice
They LIE to us day after day after day From the Capital’s clouds Then they make us fall pray To their genocide shrouds
Don’t want to be reading The dreadlines again Or seeing The pleading, Bereaving Condemned To eternal, Infernal,
Don’t know where I’m going With this one at all Just put pen to the paper And let the words fall Scrawling what’s second nature
Forbidden fruit Looms over head Just out of reach From where I tread Floodwaters from Parched-tongue Receding Hands outstretched
I wish I had a rhythm So to set these words in motion For my flow is as a river But the dissonance, an ocean In the ignorance outspoken
This isn’t so bad When we hear what we read But I still want to speak to you Love you and leave You know me Always running
We triumph for those who have known us in glory And in utter ruin remember the story Acknowledge our valor, our power to keep
Everyone dies Story’s always the same I just wish I could tell it Some new, different way To revivify life With a vivid description
Still bringing machines To their knees With the ease Of my sentient, Sentiment Sensory Gene With the band and I
Unbidden morbidity My creativity Vividly, Verily, Vying For imagery‘s Will to be more Than immortal Infinity’s
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