Posts Tagged ‘measure’

dali

What measure for my madness?

What succour for my pain?

No desire in my body

And the suffering starts again

 

How to reach out to the other

How to embrace my pain with love

I don’t find any answers

Falling down from God above

 

When we meet the end of all

When our turkey’s chopped

Will it be like a kick in the balls

Hoping it won’t hurt a lot

 

What purpose in my sentience?

What reason in my race?

Why don’t you take me seriously?

Is it ‘cos I’m off my face?

 

obsidian

Obsidian walls closing together
Green breath and racing heart beat
Dead density of stale air
Spectral presences watching, watching
Down in the soul infected with fear
Obsidian walls closing together
Who am I?, the victim wonders
What is my measure as a man?
Who have I loved and who loved me?
Did I change anything in this supersized madhouse of a world
Soon I will be a vile pile of meat paste in the grinder of evil
Then to dust and the worm
What was it all for?
Will I be greeted by Jesus or a blank sleeping nothing?
Deep in the earth or way up in the sky?
Or will I fry?
Obsidian walls closing together
No way out
He surrenders and is crushed and cut to pieces
As the brittle black obsidian walls crack together