The ringing ears of boredom’s child
Caring not nor caring wild,
Spinning web of fruitless fame,
Eyes averted as she tames
The hatred deep within her core,
Asking, begging, to be more.
Closing eyes and closing ears…
Task in vain, assuaging tears.
Meanwhile heart and mind reviles,
Always clothed in laughs and smiles.
Trapped within a tight’ning vise--
One crack, two hits, that makes thrice.
Your words, they stir an unkind pain.
Can’t you see I’ve gone insane?
A gasp of air! A flight of wings@
Harsh slap of remembrance stings,
For there are no dreams for curse of madness,
No draught to cure this sadness.
We’re lost in a world
That has stolen each day
And etched onto it
A debt to be payed--
Without which we shall ne’er escape,
Until we die, our debt is fate.
