same lament on repeat

heed the call of a daughter

felled by hatred towards someone else

filled a grave to replace my own

what may come must go once

the bell and burden taken hold

of putrid blood glistering, lukewarm

pouring from my enemy, my opponent

those we had to kill for they pray to false gods

now we believe in the Devil.

have a heart, dress code a merit, pause:

grindstone for a compromise

we shall see, tomorow;

first we dangle the legs at the edge

rope round the wrong bend

the World has turned a darker tone

at crossroads with twitching bad habits

sponsored by pills and debt alike

they do not help us sleep at night

awoken an empty lamp

a tale of discord and lame beasts of burden

a picture hard on the heartstrings

pity never quite fed anyone,

violence at the very least

as far as I can tell

left less mouths to feed

don't give me that stare

I never denied I am barely keeping it together myself

a reality of states adults keep under wraps

by being so obvious we disregard the possibility

the glass was half-empty and we are through with the tap

no point overthinking

what point is there in beating myself black and blue

if I am gone tone deaf and colourblind?

heck, I came to love this particular shade of grey

a mix of malady and cure, the homogeneous kind

that very cold that's sharp and takes your breath away

iluminating the life within, deep inside

splitting that gap, bridging the divide, reminding you are alive.