The Deep End

A Poem by TheAgeless

An individual's newfound approach to life.

How should I proceed
When pangs of anger are waiting to explode
But only silence is uttered?
I know not the importance of existing,
But rather the reality of not existing.

I fear the monsters that cowers
Behind the facades of faces
For they melt away if you look close enough,
Revealing the true nature
Of their vain ignorance that cowers
Behind the facades of faces

We are fools for becoming seduced
By their appearing friendliness.
My only comfort
Is surrounding myself with shards of glass
From empty milk bottles,
Hoping to flay the layers of gold and alabaster
In order to reach the smell of loam
It is not the nature of the soil
That dictates my feelings,
But rather the reality that we are all cowards.

And so I go out just so I can reforget.
The King is just as deceptive
As his nephew
Les enfants qui chantent
dans l'église vont mourir
The Huckleberries divides me into two,
But I would rather travel the path less traveled
For I am wary of the complacency...

The necklace holding the PhiloSopher’s stone
Chokes the nightingale
Who so desperately tries to cry out,
Ce n'était pas quoi je voulais dire,
Pas du tout

The Wheel of Fortune fondles
Those that spin it
Until the constructs of the surroundings
Crumbles around them
For the monsters are too vain
To acknowledge the serenity

To shout ‘I am dead!’
After the sword has ended you
Through the curtain
Is an action that only the monsters
With their methods of seduction
Can Understand.

O,O,O
I drown myself with alcohol
To distract me from the conventions
Of the monsters
And so I go out just so I can reforget.

My insomnia was thought
To be the result of fearing
Failure.
But rather, I feared the monsters
And their betrayal
For the only one I can trust is
Me, Myself and I.

I have awoken from the slumber
Of believing that the answer is seeking
Validation, and thus comfort in others
Instead, there is no option, but to
Regress into the past,
Bottling up the words that were never meant
To be
Until it explodes into shards of glass
Drowning in the deep end.