The Odyssey
I roam these alleyways blind
Cloaked by the golden candlelight
The frost bite punctures my fantasies
And humors their fatal archetypes
These chronic, unsolved mysteries
Passed off as scarlet letters in an old town
This warmonger siege is my making
Blood soaked on the back of a dragon
As these piercing flaws shine
Like silver linings in the midst of chaos
So does the purging judgement
And confounding absence burn through the ground
In solemn solidarity do the sands of time
Pour into my cup and shatter my innocent pride
Far does the Odyssey carry me on the highest of tides
Till my melodrama knocks the air out of my insensitive lies
I never tried having a life
Worth more than a fool's pride
With the advent of my own cynicism
I repaired my ego till it touched the pinnacle of spite
My towering daydreams
Condemned me to reclusion
I fell back onto my apathy
And let the Odyssey forge a new one
The fate of my journey to peace
Rests on the balances of broken equilibrium
Proprietary suffering has led me
To take advantage of my own insatiable grievance
The Odyssey has poisoned my perceptions
As I run through the documentation of my healing
Solitude and silence, my greatest companions
May you never find me again through the reaping.
-auctor
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