The Last Song

When speech fails to express the truth of one's personal choice. Inspired by the song "Black Is The Soul" by Korn.

At age, the wandering eyes have seen clarity

As Shadows of Blind reveal vision

Driving its soul to the edge of Insanity

Why have I awakened to this severe division?

 

A chorus of my voices come from Nothing

Crying out as a screaming banshee

Its sound pierces my head, abating

My pride to a pulp, wreaking me

 

Saying: “Why? Why? Why?”

Eternal incarceration is nigh!

Hiding truth under lie,

Avoiding Architects’ disappointing sigh

 

Time rides as my curious mind explores

The new awakened world, questioning the old

Hallow words no longer seem to soar

Did my living soul just got sold?

 

Clone war, two sides fight for possession;

The search over the trail to a life,

And the tallest mountain for an expression

Even, though, I will encounter strife

 

Asking: “Why? Why? Why?”

My Architects, here is the smiling mask

In the plain blue sky

I wanted to gift you a shining flask

However, guilt forms within my disguise

My desire filled with flies and disgust

Not against the Architects, but against ties

I formed; My own choices create mistrust

 

To the court of the heavens, I come forth

And I claim, my Architects, the Fourth

Allow me to present my lost heart

And paint you, in red, a piece of art

I sought happiness for your soul

While abandoning my own sanity

Pushing it away, down to a hole

Lost forever, losing its vanity

 

My truest desire is to restore myself

To my own accord, knowing my journey is long

Written book up to the right shelf

To you, my Architects, I present the last song

Author's Note

It has been some time since I have written any traditional poetry, so bear with me with my writing as I seek to perfect the skill. I am open for any observation and criticism.