A poem about going side down |
Swallow thy name I am Hermes, your existence's bane 'Fore thee claim to be tame 'Fore thee strike with thy cane Rod of conviction making humans lame It's a shame, the pain of the lane Causing mortal souls to chain Against any closed door they wish to maim Refusing to open in fear of a mental game Like a distraction formed intervention Giving pension to mention tension About their cracked brain Racked from being lain Down, packed under six feet of shame Unable to track the time from when they were sane Until they lack the gain Simply left to die in vain It's a mass disorder Seeing who can cross the border Who can afford a ward to move toward the horde Brandishing the poured sword of the soul stored In hopes of pleasing their lord In hopes of being adored In hopes of getting a reward On their own accord by striking a chord It's so abhorred that they don't get floored They were so implored they jumped aboard Ideas that were already explored But who's really to blame? They came to claim their fame Their only aim to exclaim "I have the heart to stay aflame I can win this war game I'm the one to reclaim the crown. It's all the same in this whole town I'm laying claim to the quest so step down" It's a waiting game to take the test Hard pressed, too stressed to rest in the nest Blessed to be the best But I detest this is just a jest The last name in the fair game Is the one in the golden frame Hermes is my name and I'm here to stay Hermes is my name and I will sway Your views upon this pain It's not you that's in the fray But you act like the stain Of misfortune is actually yours to weigh Even when the crown is yours to display You act like a god and you make them pray Hermes is my name I am the predator, I will make you my prey It's time to slay the cache of thought Because at some point you were taught To fuel the darkness and erase the ray Of light that was once your shining say To not back down and to not obey Because you knew that one day It would all be okay But it's not Your time is nigh Weaker than if you were made of clay You're starting to wane Cast backwards to 'fore thee were tame Darkness from 'fore thee could strike your claim No mercy, I am your bane In your final thoughts I can only say "My name is Hermes, swallow thy name" |