The Musing Poems

The Me in Them

The Me in Them
May 08, 2006

Strap on those bullets
Fly to the moon
Never come back
Never look again
Gone
says the stranger
next door
Gone was the man
a ghost behind
Curses on misery lane
Last undersurface of
painful truth and black
widows lie under
sheets stained with
blood cover hands beneath
the windows still stuck
after years untouched
Memories can not refurnish
what has come and
Gone off the gun to
the head of the lion
Against the wall stain
painted window tells
sorrow without fear
And fear without shame
Destroy the closest
Comrade in harm
Without protection
Lost against sea
of death can only
leave me

Rope detached
against pale chains
metals of royalty
Polaroid lack the truth
Of lust and sin
Break piece by piece
Where winners gather
The moon illuminate
Your lies in glow
Basking God’s glory
If only love
Punish Beelzebub
scorn Heaven above
God’s sorrow
tears fall
Satan rules man
thro’ and thro’
Lucifer’s Hell destroy
What we knew of
Bring back peace
If ever were there
My chaotic soul
clash amour and sword
against steel blade of
The dark lord, the high king
As he plumage the village
Into eternal sleep
Eternal deadly peace
Treaty broken among
Kinsman and kinship
Fly up high,
my roman sky,
gladiator honour
Destroy the I in me
For it’s the me in them

Fold39Crane
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