escrix

Gentle is the Pirate Aether Wind
Stealing Compassion
For Sober+ Contemplation

Then in the void of silence
An angry Whisper, echo
Then Catacaphones onto itself
Till it's a roaring SEA of hate
Deaf become the ears
And Death becomes the head
Till it falls silent again, Dumb

Outcast to the wasteland
Others would call it despair
Throwing tiny rocks at IT
The Cricket who would disrupt
Silence eternal, chirping song

Ready to return one day
Hands full of rocks to throw
And cynical sarcasm to deftly
But not jokingly wield
To tear down the social walls
To Pick them apart for everyone
So every ONE can see the tattered
That poor fabric of fascade, gone.

Then, left with a cold bitter wind
All left there, as life comes despair
The wasteland becomes that for all
Despair all realize, and how
How they all realized what they took
Thier pleasure garnished away
Taken not from that pure sugar
But from the fake, that gives cancer
And leaves with a very bad
BAD Aftertaste.