Insignificant
A single red orb dives behind the vast blue velvet
Fragments that have been cracked/ torn since innocence
Old hands are making sure of the deteoration of the world
Assuring that the human race goes into rural silences
- in a profound, elegant, sick way.
We can scarcely distinguish between reality, lie, dream and truths -
We find ourselves too incompetent to do
Something necessary - it has ended in cruelty.
Unstuck in time.
Celebrating by clapping their frustrated hands
We find it putrid - we do not even have a meek faith
in passion - we have been sedated
They are happy that we are only issued dazed
Wanderers - a collective congregation.
Livid sunset - array of scarlet clouds
A single red orb descending into autumn greyness
There is no reason in you wearing a dead man's clothes
The world turning grey as the orb descends
I am living in a clay pit - clenched pressure
Insignificant atom in an earthenware dish
I am suffering a chronic dumbfoundness
I inherit a smaller legacy - my only chance to escape
From the grim imprisoned life - it is marked as my destiny
Moving towards a solution - uncompromising as if it was inspired
by love - a new inventive iteration.
I am restraining myself
My savage affections roar in my head
Consisting a present hideous behaviour
A gruesome callousness.
Why me? Why them for the matter? Why anything?
Because I simply am, this sad true moment is!
Trapped in the amber of this moment
There is no why!
