As foot steps
The world stands still
A trip dropped
Turning heads at will
But as the head pivots
The mouth grows sour
Our figure grows ever unpopular
Hour by hour
There is no self
When the eyes take aim
A lethal gauntlet
Is the world of fame
Now is the comedown
The pill wears off
Messiah looks down
...
A coward stands there
Sunken into his own corner
Head down, back to the sky
His world has evaporated
A well formulated delusion
The savior of man
The peoples eyes
Were but knives and razorblades
The past self unrecognizable
To the shell
Which now takes his place
YOU ARE READING
Nothing I can do...
PoetryThis is the collection of poetry that I've written over several months which I will be releasing in parts.
