Unrestricted Verses 5 by TheCosmicTraveler, literature
Literature
Unrestricted Verses 5
What are the words that I say, that pray to God I heard. The word of my first filtered out on every third. Free as a bird as a bird with a curse of the worst ready to burst over my anger and his thirst. Craving for blood from the cradle, fill me a ladle full of souls so I can drink and know which way to go. I'm not doom and gloom. My emotions are a reflection of my truths and clues to the deceptions that rotate. My smile constantly rotates to a frown that gathers hate from the times they tried to eliminate my time on the earth to shine against all the blind that know nothing but slime from the sewers of their own pride. I wanted to erase my life so I could get away from this place, seeing as I don't feel safe to lay my head, constantly thinking I'm going to wake up dead. So my kindness is shed to trade in for my rage, calling my name from his cage, destroying everything to decay. If I let go, he's going to slay innocent and guilty without feelings, so I'm dealing with these urges for
Sunken beneath the surface,
Holding steady in its content;
Hard, forgotten, and worthless,
Feeling surroundings with resent.
Passed by and unacknowledged,
Sitting alone, living in silence.
Crafted by something demolished;
A remainder of world violence.
Nothing will ever be the same,
All unsettled in this earthly bubble;
All that can and will ever remain,
Is just a simple pebble, in a puddle.
-Corbin
