The rise or fall of a single man

The rise or fall of a single man

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

This holy filth upon the mind is driving me insane
I thought about the years before, it's now a different game
When all around my killing field, good and evil looks the same
You tried it once, you tried it all, no good will cease the pain

To run and hide, your unborn fate will catch you in the dark
Try to find some peace of mind, with roses in your palm
The roses are stained with red, by the griping of your hope
Your lies and deeds were the rose's seed, karma found it's soul

Like a boomerang, it finds the hand of its owner, true to heart
The return, is surely twice of thrust, no face can hide its mark

It's hallowed blades unbinds you, it's patience, will keep your guard
Your begging won't absolve you, your bleeding is the charge
Your insanity's killing spree, will leave lost and damned
No holiness or judas kiss, too late for prays and plans
These hollow walls around, will soon coming crashing in
Your maker will never find you, the devil turned away from sin

The long forgotten sunshine, will turn your wounds to green
With a parasitic harvest, your mind and body screams

The nights of song and days of long have lost their taste in time
You leave yourself to torment, you fill yourself with wine
Your bloody eyes and fading smiles, your body is not to command
Your wandering highs and fetal lows, your mind is not to demand
Your lost in your own exile, your free in your own bounds
Your torn in two, with room for one, a death without a sound

Objects once your pleasure, have turned an ugly friend
Your pain, a twisted comfort, in overdose you swell
Your will to live, to see this through, odds are never in you favour
Your the greatest of Adam's kin, no proof to show your labour

There are some of ye with the will of, Richard the lionhearted
The most of ye will plunge your soul, from this world departed
The lion hearts that faced their fall, will spawn a seed of Spartan favour
The rest of ye will sink with me into an abyss of no slumber

© 2014 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


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This was an amazing read. I am left speechless. So far my favourite.

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Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia



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Born to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..

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