Lines In The SandA Poem by Justin FlumeLooking around seeing nothing but hypocrisy Hidden behind the lies in our so called democracy But I heed nothing but my own philosophy I guess I hate everyone subconsciously
I’m slowly drowning in my own tears As I realize all my worst fears Just hoping that the sky clears Whilst my demons control my gears
And my spring was all but green Continued kicks to my spleen Death comes with sheen For me, a mere teen
So many moments that cannot be recalled So many that I shouldn’t possibly be appalled Yet I’ve become somewhat enthralled By all the names remaining uncalled
Seeing the zombies of our day on vacation Makes me think of global annihilation Gives me a sudden thought of pain amplification Suddenly realizing that we never needed a segregation
So I politely invite you to live a day in my black pit of despair But there are monsters worse than me so please beware And tread lightly, for my feelings in complete disrepair But now I’ll have to sit you down in my electric chair
You’ll just sit there and die Reluctantly I’ll cry And as you let your soul fly I’ll silently sigh
I’ll crawl back into my hole and hide Where the last sane part of me died Where I always sat and cried ‘Cuz of all the things I tried
Over everything that failed Suddenly I just bailed To get away from all the death I inhaled But now my mind is so derailed
Still the rusty sound of my voice Echoes that it never was my choice The darkness swallows the last of my joys So the world can finally rejoice
And then you can finally bury me Lock me in my coffin and throw away the key I’ll never tell you my final plea But darling now you’re free. © 2012 Justin FlumeAuthor's Note
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