Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
I sense that I will
Break through or break down
Perhaps both will be
One day I will be over
This broken brain, shattered heart,
And I won’t know you at all.
Raze the temple to the ground
Let there be no refuge in
This trackless desert, so that
The truth may be discovered
Broken hearted, and
Dispirited; I cannot
Return to where they
Gather and play. I
Spoil the rhythm, upset
Those I want to please.
No more shall I be
Fresh fledgling, rookie, strung up.
I will endure to
The last, and watch all
Who thought themselves my better
Draw their dying breaths.
Broken hearted by
The early death of those most
Dear, I became a
Physician, a scout
For Death, to better resist
Her unending work.
Yet somewhere with time,
The tragedy became the
Overlong life, not
The end. Finally,
I began to guide Death when
Merciful. My peace.
Broken hearted by
The early death of those most
Dear, I became a
Physician, a scout
For Death, to better resist
Her unending work.
Yet somewhere with time,
The tragedy became the
Overlong life, not
The end. Finally,
I began to guide Death when
Merciful. My peace.
Something is broken
In me, an ever growing
Flower of discord
Blossoming into
Chaos, destroying all that
I put my hand to.