A True Dictatorship

A True Dictatorship
The architect repeats then modifies his walls
His glasses have been taken off
but ignorance intrudes his bravery all the same,
Impaling ethics in impulsive games
Such greed
Such lust
Create oblivion...
Conquer the graphite monster
What can bravery do for him now?
Return to the child walking through a man's epic tale
Feel the break of soothing paralyzation
The strings keep him dancing
Whom does this puppet entertain?...
Contraban infects his only fucked up thought that creates his every thought
His books have never contained hope in their print
Destroyer of a man is the man himself
A secret kept behind his plush skin
Running from nothing,
his legs keep pushing
Rest only in shade,
fight only in shade
Not a coward,
Just a belief in infliction to be craved...
The lights go down
The hunger is coming,
but the food is scarce
Falling from the winter clouds six feet from home.
The pavement shatters his life,
but the machines still live in his mind
Dictating is his only regret
as he picks the flowers for his bed
His final words,
his one last breath
was a tear pushed out of his eye
as he dies in my arms