hazy as the clouds
that encompas Venus
meanness is the way of the twirling planet God did not plan this bleak tommarow filled with steel and plastic a mans dying place constructed out of twigs and matchsticks nothing but a basket holding the sum total of a mans years divided by his fears times the number of times of comited crimes add the total of a mans wealth subtract it by the doubt in ones self equals a man who started with zero dies with zero a true hero like Nero who burnt down Rome in a day just for play nothing compared to the madness around the corner cameras on every corner wisdom dies and we refuse to mourn her treat her like a whore to be used and abused what lies at the core? walk through the door down the stairs don't mind the eyes and all their stares jelous of you a true revolutionary with his fist in the air the dead one don't care only stare at his 9-5 fate many men met this fate at the gloomy dock lifting the wooden crate ticking of the tic-toc
the lonley walk absent of cross or cressent exhale smoke black coat
the grey street blends with the winter sky found himself imagining lush green meadows with the red blood rye
crimes by blue souls a simple clockwork of orange the Devil and God sipping on purple wine sucking yellow lemon rhine giggling at the timeless ecstasy of time
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Gavan Duffy. Published on e-Stories.org on 04/20/2009.