I’m not sure when I lost my way …
In this mad, twisted world,
Vibrant with the wreckage of broken dreams,
While twisted humans walk the littered streets,
I mourn the days of paradise past.
I am the nightmare!
Plunging all humanity into a sea of forgetfulness,
Forbidden fruit has poisoned the soul …
I am the victim of my delusion,
Tormented by my apathy,
Impaled by the hatred of children,
Who have forgotten the way!
I am a voice,
Crying in the wilderness of desolation,
Unworthy to even lift my head,
Blinded by the darkness of a Deity turned away!
I am dead with the deadness of death …
Cold, in the tomb, alone and afraid!
Silenced by the weight of orbiting turmoil,
Spun into the darkness of space,
Entombed in the silence of fallen humanity.
I am …
I am …
DEAD, Days on end DEAD …
Suffering in mind,
Wasted in my living, forgotten in my grave …
Guarded by my torments,
As the earth shakes,
As the stone roles,
As the grave sighs.
© John A. Taylor, 2012