
Something wicked this way comes
Twilight bleeds, then breeds deceit
Betwixt the night and day it seems
Confusion reigns to steal our dreams
When all else fails, we weep and wail
Upon a moon we once called friend
Pretending life would last forever
Finding it a vain endeavor
Trading moonbeams for the sun
Something wicked this way comes…
Yes, vanity of vanities, all
Like pride before your feckless fall
A lesson never learned, I see
We cultivate our destiny
And so began the hero’s journey
But only in his fractured mind
Sneaking out his bedroom window
Searching for a star to follow
And when we search for trouble
There is no doubt we will find
Details making devil’s blush
The rush of pain, the lines we gush
Believing you’re the only one
Something wicked this way comes…
For hope among the hopeless
Is a flame to fan your fears
“Only those who still have hope
can benefit from tears.”
Quoted by Nathanial West
A line that I once saved
Into a grave with all the rest
A coffin full of crimes, at best
Dead before the setting sun
Something wicked this way comes…
Yes, something wicked this way comes
The one who steals your soul
He lives somewhere inside your mouth
Finger paints with shades of doubt
But not so much a steal
More a deal I made in haste
Signing on the dotted line
All bills must be paid, in time
The messenger of evil
Is a voice out of the past
Who knows where all the lines are buried
Bodies stuffed in bags you carried
Writing poetry on the run
Something wicked this way comes…
Now, how will you explain the pain
you said was never there?
The letters that you wrote in vain
pretending that you truly cared
For nothing is the sum of all
Just memories like the bones you save
Some words you place like crimson flowers
Wilting on a shallow grave
Dying with the sun becomes
a state of mind for some
We justify the wrong we’ve done
While something wicked this way comes
And how does living for the fire
burn your dreams to ash?
Chasing tongues of flaming lusts
Coveting what never lasts
We see the answers far too late
Like credits on the silver screen
The ending was a twist for sure
Dying in the final scene
The music plays, the tune you hum
Something wicked this way comes…
Yes, something wicked this way comes
Beyond the din of twilight’s gleaming
Past the point of guilt that’s stabbing
Into realms of crescent dreaming
Days far flung like horseshoes thrown
On metal spikes, you fixed your aim
In black hole graves, you called a home
You sold your soul to make a name
And now the days have come undone
Something wicked this way comes…
Yes, something wicked this way comes
To call the marker that you’re hiding
None can help you; time is fleeting
The contract’s up, there’s no denying
And so he ran across a field
Unto his neighbor, once a friend
To find some counsel for his folly
Spare him from this bitter end
But nay, the day is laid to waste
The door was shut upon your face
No solace found, nor haven, safe
No modicum of saving grace
Just words like bread, much less than crumbs
Something wicked this way comes…
Now, something follows close behind
The breath of death clings to his neck
His careless ways and covetous nature
Has left his conscience circumspect
Then, running through the woods, he finds
His childhood’s end inside his mind
While rapping on the door, he cried
My life’s a legacy of lies
And out the window, one did say
“The tide has surely come to play,
when clocks become a nuisance,
you will scream, and rue the day!”
Now, something wicked this way comes
It hunts the scent of certain fear
Damnation is the throne you’ve earned
The bridges of salvation burned
For demons laugh when cowards run
Something wicked this way comes…
And from that place, he ran until
A graveyard he did find
Screaming through the darkness
Something wicked close behind
Chasing down his marker
Step by step and breath by breath
Closing in, relentless
For there’s no escaping death
You tried to run, but all in vain
The contract binds, it clearly states
That all who sell their souls for gain
Will harvest pain and seal their fate
TM DiSarro
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