If trust is given to those, Who deserve it. I should confess. I no longer trust A single soul that lingers Beneath this dome nor its corridors.
I’ll continue to hold the door Though. Here, it’s open. Watch you Proceed as if permitted Entry. Oh s’cuse me, I beg your pardon. I’m hardly one to bother with the gimmicks; If being honest with you.
Feels like I’m damned if I do. But if I don’t; all hell Breaks loose. See, if I choose this I’ll loose it: You would too. Claims of helplessness, You abuse that shit Fluidly. But, fool me quite honestly, Not hardly. Why bother with me?!?
Without something new, I’m unglued From the hinge; Like a storm door Torn off. Rips in the floorboards. Cabinets stacked skyward. Laugh and I’ll cackle, I’m batshit Quite mad In fact.
Every fuckin feeling Hits me different. Trigger squeeze Now, Let it ring from the ceiling. I call on Yahweh Most days To remind me I’m living. If it’s not Hell, it’s a jail Cell I’m sitting in. My demeanor lacks all Promise or prestige. No reason to be seen, When no one is listening.
Another cold case file Piled up. I’ll just pack it away: Or should I wait for, Traces of evidence. Rather than prioritize every crook And every nestled corner. When what I visualize Can’t be generalized through pineal; I’m not all seeing. There are no text book answers. Standard protocol, I’ll endure it all. Use every tool in my revenue.
But where does that get me Frustration one second. Addicted to rage I feel it, Simmer, From a cauldron hidden, Deep within. Sadness it depends Depressed is my resting place. No state of grace Can replace or outpace me But then.
Comes: Common sense. Analyzing algorithms sensibly. To philosophical to feel shit. To calculated to risk it, Come quick. Confirm the numbers On the tapestry. It’s written in Hieroglyphics Some foreign gibberish.
When science lacks the answers I am lookin for. When God continuously Rejects my call. Who can I lean on When times are hard? It seems like No one at all. And thus; From darkness there is chaos.
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