Ahh, that asylum I called home
Funny, isn't it?
How we all end up in the same dump
When we all dream of being in the hands, the arms of an angel
Not hugged into the devil's heart
That filthy heart that we all tried avoiding
But I was led right back to it
When every thing and one I prayed for was in intention of peace
I was falling inside you
Because this sunlight was fading
Laying beside you was like watching a tree bleed its fruit
Watching your eyes peer towards the day is like watching myself choke by the hand of Lucifer himself
Love doesn't find a way
Even if it was away from you.
The rhyme I attempt
The song I sing
My words seek into my photograph
Is just how I see everyone else here in this so called kingdom
I see no preach
No practice
No cherishing
No establishment.
We are in a rubble of our own heads
The misery that created our own violence
I'm on my feet
On my knees
On my head
On my sins...
I feel like moving back
Way back
When I could actually breathe
Air not polluted by negativity
Negativity not built up from vengeance
Vengeance extracted from a starlight...
Rubble, rubble, oh rubble
Stop forming a rubble from the inside
I feel like I am a speck of dust in this large array of people
No voice
No courage
No say in this world...
I guess I'll just fall into the deepest of my sleep;
The deepest– wherever lost it could bring me, I'm down
Down into the darkness
With the greatest of people
I'll have some tea with Poe
Enjoy a session of appreciation with Frida Kahlo
Write beautiful poetry with Hafez Ibrahim.
I believed I could,
and not only did I do it, but I killed Lucifer with the power of my bare soul.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
