What all you weaken
What all you lose
What all you bring into question
What all you might destroy
What all you may ruin
With dishonesty
What all you weaken
What all you lose
What all you bring into question
What all you might destroy
What all you may ruin
With dishonesty
The hunters have come, yet have not gone;
they are too strong to merely hide.
It is we who have embittered our thirst.
Ingest all with a questioning.
Hear all with selective hesitation.
It is only when my brothers richly run away
That they became damned.
It is only when my sisters don’t give way
that they became mined.
Mother you are my Eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.
Do not forsake your mercy,
My own mother,
For we will only take what you cannot hide.
forgive and forget.
such empty words…
(better shattered to shreds,
let rabid through the veins,
to tear up and wreck
what beats filthy…)
take a dip
a little will drip
let some slip
why yes…
why not a sip?
forget to forgive.
such festering words…
better left to rot
crawling through the heart
that cries out
for revenge.
devil thy name is:
procrastination!
There u sit
proudly
at the back of
my wandering mind
reminding yet reprimanding
any action towards a dutiful cause
one could fully know
what one
would do…should do
if one wasn’t so
easily…wretchedly…wooed
by your ungodly messenger Time.
Yes, Time…
You and your ever impermanent leash
pushing and pulling
towards a imaginary un/dead-line/point.
a mere sphere of imagination
where
procrastination
sits high upon his
throne
ever
teasingly ruining
my chances
at reaching sanity.