Not Just Another Ordinary Pawn Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Paradise, just a dream.
Just another ticket you wish to redeem.
If it was only that easy.
Even with the best intentions I'd rather not mention.
There is no garanauteed ascension.
Rising up in this life or the next.
Facing a war in a bad pretext, in an unclear context.
Reasons changing with the season.
Is it ever too late to say...?
Pride in utmost decay.
A shelf life of how many days?
Counting backwards, metitation amoung a severe thunderstorm.
Flying that kite attached to a key testing the electricity in your mind.
Lighting up your life.
Just a single wish to feel something.
Because anything is better then nothing.
Give me pain, call me clinically insane.
No matter names nothing quite explains.
The anger that can't be contained.
Losing all self control.
Hating society as a whole.
So desperate to be part of it.
But never being accepted or acknowledged.
So easily replaced, the words you don't matter repeated over and over.
Another dollar, another day.
We'll make our fortunes on the backs drug induced slaves.
Forgive me but I just can't stay.
Not sure I ever could.
Sober in a catonic state.
So abruptly screaming just turn the page.
Get on with it.
So deceptive, you can't kill the headless snake.
No time to debate.
You are already too late.
The ghost is already gone, faded out with the rise of presumptious streaking of another dawn.
So go ahead assume what you want.
The final taunt.
Haha, bellows through the clear blue skies like the very last punch in gut.
Sometimes it's too much to have watch and do nothing.
The power of the powerless is too withstand the beating and still move on.
On a chess board the pawns march to the beat of populations drums.
They tell them if it's time to stay or run.
But not this one, no not this one.