Disturbed

Disturbed

the weight of the world came crashing down
thoughts of suicide and I'm running wild
one can climax in a dream with an evil scream
all your weight falls on me it brings me down
eyes, hands & feet

Shadows block the surface of the moon
as you hide away in your lagoon
you contructed pyramids to honor the dead
what is going on inside are head
lazy diamond studded flunkies

yet the equestrian horse sits idol on the very edge of the room
shallow promises will seal your tomb
in my lifetime it was a will for power
perhaps I'll have to take a cold shower
filter through the noise with a pinch of gravity
somehow we take things in stride or let it be

life is like a roller coaster with all it's twist and turns
one soul soars while the other will soon burn
maybe its in extasy or desires and dreams
things caught up in the means
yet we have come this close not to turn back now
we vacation in Florida then return to the plough
there's a dozen of thoughts in my head
living in the land of the walking dead
can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
having a dozen of pots in your sink
we torture ourselves from deep inside
many want to run away and hide
then to stay in the game the thought to light the flame
why is everybody insane?
Monday, September 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,hope
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