Funeral for the visceral.

I'm sick of the dead horse.
He rides around, laughing at pictures tearing them down.
I go to pick them up, but the faces blur and look ashamed.

In the dark room, where the colors are made.
Secrets invade this red light.
In the basement, where the graves are made.
Secrets populate the night.

Pass out, from the overload meltdown.
Water that burns, in between where the cogs turn.

I'm sick of the dead horse.
He rides around, slashing the architecture turning it to soot.
Where my skins bathes, longing to look for the blurred faces.

Dead arms lower the curse no soul gets out.
Invisible red light, secret today.
Over the rainbows of steel and rage.
Believe peace in the cage.

Ceiling the understanding in, with acid rain.
Burning together never to separate.

The bars of this rotten cage.

Seal inside my eyes, you look strange today.
Scar you left, when I witnessed your death.

The world remained the same.
A twisted, and claustrophobic joke.
Sealing the understanding in, with acid rain.

I'm sick of the dead horse.

In the dark room, where the colors are made.
Secrets invade this red light.
In the basement, where the graves are made.
Secrets populate the night.

In the dark room, that my mind emulates.
The world remained the same.
In the rotten cage, where the grave was made.
A twisted, claustrophobic joke.

In the dark room, where the colors are made.
Over the rainbows of steel and rage.
In the dark room, where the colors are made.
Over the rainbows of steel and rage.
In the dark room, where the colors are made.

Reviews

[Antoinette]

Well, I'm not too tired to at least try to interpret your poem ;) I find that I loathe the dead horse, destroying all that has been evolved around you. For me the dead horse would represent today's society but that's just me. Pushing us down while we try to rebuild, try to regain what we had. I love your dark, mysterious way of writing, I'm temporarily taken to another place.

Over the rainbows of steel and rage

An amazing contrast, this single line builds so much intensity. A strange and lovely poem!

[Natalie C]

Well well Lee, I think this has to be my newest fav of yours.
I really liked the way you combined the darkness of your mood with every day happenings around the world. they way most of us sees the world today.
Very vivid and clevery crafted sentences here and I really liked the flow of the pieces as a whole

Well done!

[Gary H]

Curious title. I'm thinking this strikes me as someone ending life in a red mist unable to comprehend the shite that is uncovered in this world. The phrase 'Floggin' a dead horse' comes to mind when I think of the number of repetitive things I do everyday for money - and for what? to afford to breath on this planet. You are right about the claustrophobic atmosphere we live in - maybe all we have to look forward to is a definitive funeral.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Interesting write, maybe I'm too tired to interpret this this morning, but it was good.