Though opaque, true it is.
Tis’ emanates from hateful peaks.
A gibbering of nonsense;
In my lifetime of escaped sense.
All good things eludes with
Dropped in the center of
And walking amidst thorns of
Not destined for anything greater.
Chow! Pow! Pow! The beatings from
Dripping tears from agony’s grip,
Wailings of a desiccated heart,
Ghastly taken over by nature’s
Am a shadow in reality
The little pint of darkness in
A mere mirage in destiny’s path,
The conjuring for death.
Impaired from the heart to the
Impaled by destiny’s dogged arrow.
Sunked deep into the insanity
Tartarus calls for my head.
Written by Tokede Daniel