I saw a fractured vision
Of my future come to pass
Built upon the resonance
Of stories I was told
A book of dog-eared pages
Spoken by a man in black
A pathway to salvation
With a pocket full of rhymes

And what of time we whittle down
Like rosaries of wood
Taking chances on the run
While crying to the moon
Wasting precious moments
Lost in whom we need to be
Keeping up appearances
While walking on the sea

I hear you call my lukewarm name
Like words you’re spitting out
Offering me an answer
Like a mirror to my soul
Praying like a mantis feeds
From both sides of my mouth
It’s easier to understand
A whisper from a shout

But isn’t this the way
The devil messes with the mind
Keeps us busy with our words
So proud of clever lines
Listening to our follows
Offering praise like soothing salve
Conversations with the page
We never can resolve

Our sense of self dissolves
Turning memories into stains
Masquerade as angels,
Shedding light on love’s remains
Sitting on a throne is easy
Once you kill the king
Receiving gifts for good behavior
If you kiss the ring

Confusing flesh with fantasy
The vultures lie in wait
Like Pavlov’s dogs we’re trained
To worship idols born of hate
Upon our knees, the view is skewed
When blindly looking up
For faithless, we have nothing
Toasting life with empty cups

When I was falling into black
My world did not make sense
My soul was hungry for a change
My kingdom was condensed
We often feel the need to bleed
So long before the cut
A hole that we can never fill
A space inside our gut

Yet, who am I to criticize
The thorns upon your head
I’ve never sacrificed a thing
To question what you said
It’s easy to betray a friend
To kill them with a kiss
Pretending we are safe inside
The heaven that we miss

TM DiSarro

©2024 TM DiSarro / MindScapes Publishing

ART: Bjorn Griesbach

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