gnomon
Well-Known Member
I awake in the morning with the chains
A body possessed by a demon
The day goes on and I fulfill my duty
As the day goes on the chains lighten
At the end a euphoria sets in
As I come home I am the whore and the pimp
The chains descend
And the cycle begins......again.....
The night descends as I fall into slumber
A voice whispers on to me......
Jesus came and left me waiting
Two nice gentleman on bikes left me humoring
Than there was the grand facade of a life
Built upon needless suffering offered by.....everyone
Offering nothing more than wishful thinking
The endless universal spirituality....
But the voice whispered
Ever so clear
I offer unto you that so deared
That All will be soon
Over.
Over.
There will not be another
Morning.
edit: Okay.....just a poem. A bad one in my own opinion. But it's just a poem.
A body possessed by a demon
The day goes on and I fulfill my duty
As the day goes on the chains lighten
At the end a euphoria sets in
As I come home I am the whore and the pimp
The chains descend
And the cycle begins......again.....
The night descends as I fall into slumber
A voice whispers on to me......
Jesus came and left me waiting
Two nice gentleman on bikes left me humoring
Than there was the grand facade of a life
Built upon needless suffering offered by.....everyone
Offering nothing more than wishful thinking
The endless universal spirituality....
But the voice whispered
Ever so clear
I offer unto you that so deared
That All will be soon
Over.
Over.
There will not be another
Morning.
edit: Okay.....just a poem. A bad one in my own opinion. But it's just a poem.