I leave a legacy of sorrow and pain, therefore I give advanced warning for my grandchildren, there on, if you aren’t keen to continue my burden, think it slow, time is plentiful, everyone can yearn for your achievement, afore disappearing from sight, parading their might, way into the night.
My punishers, who dared to slay, the benefit of my offering, I, ‘being a thick skinned intellectual’, you believe your worth to be clever, going forth to lower your own self esteem while destroying mine, I know what you have done and can bide my way, whatever comes around then goes around, I fear you are out of measure and sync, You may suffer but I’ll move along, I will be fine.
Crying is a fools game, yet it is something I do all the same, am I embarrassed by my showing of feelings? I would be contrived to reject such a natural aspect of my soul, perceived to be a fool, nay’ is simple, to be stigmatised in such a way that I am, therefore, I am
The entire galaxy may collapse, the planets be drawn toward one another, colliding dreadfully, a fierce diligent reactionary explosion to unbalance magnetism within the solar system, the power of a mighty implosion, a nucleus force, yet instead something calmer could be, rain may fall, cause no damage at all, a drowning of ones heart, ye’ a destructive force, ravaging downward withering thy failed organs bringing about extinction of a classless bully.
Dust settles about, it is a wasteful talent, hurricane blowing away the remains of death, reclusive molecules of irrelevant ions stain ones path of nothingness forevermore, a sweet scent and statue fills the void as a reminder of your once being, perfume of indistinguishable aroma fill thy sorrow soon forgotten, justification for wealth or gratification a spiritual awareness of evil fought, alas also gone, there’s no kind memory of once your here, no loss of heart, no wave with cheer, no remembrance of the year.
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