Pushing the pen a world without end
and it's just you and me still trying to pretend..
I'll just hand over the keys to the kingdom..
There's no use for it.
and I don't even need them..
I've surrendered so many souls..
That whisper so still in the wind..
There's quite a difference..
between people, persons and friends..
The masses cannot comprehend
the impulses of the individual
nor shall they ever see clearly..
the reasons why they have to run and hide
from this gift we call Life..
And so they hasten with great speed..
Likened to a dear departing guest..
that must take his leave..
and exit everso quickly, such as ether
that vaporizes and rises to the sky..
And no one knows what goes on
in the middle of the night..
behind closed doors..
and nor would they dare to look any deeper
into the mirror for fear of the dawn's early light..
Cursed is the light for the truth has nowhere to hide..
So we must wait..with baited breath..
for the coming of the night..
Bring forth thy blessed Moon..
Reap then the Harvest of the flesh..
Not a moment too soon..
All too clearly I can see atop the mountains..
And see past the distance of the stars..
and come back to square-one..
as easily as you'd drive your car..
Feast on the famine..put a frame on the fame..
and put your head in the oven..
Lipstick on a corpse..
So, you've found what your after?
Laughter turns to echoes..
that silences and shivers you into madness..
A little doll with a frozen stare..
Like the clock on the wall..
I'm one foot tall and no one seems to care..
Give birth to a new world..
Open the Gate's of Hell..
Cleanse with fire and make pure
as the bringer of light..
For it's your soul that I'm after..
Goodbye and goodnight..
the end~~
By Rick Weber
August 21, 2013
copywritten
2013
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