A morbid and lonely child,
Looked down upon as bad and wild,
In between the abstraction of modernity,
Concentrating on power,
Drawing it from them,
To make them all cower,
And look at themselves.
A natural world,
Deemed too superficial to discern,
Tragedy too quick to concern,
To embrace it; and ephiphony to the art of this mess.
Your sins can be ridden if you confess,
Down shame, walk head hung in rain,
Marching to mirrors to scry in vein.
A dark and lonely child,
Set astray to walk upon the seas amiss,
Rapids overflow this armaggedon kiss,
Put out the rainbow stuck in the fire,
Twisting her tendons in euphoria and desire.
The great ship sails to clear
This beloved fog, dark and white as it lays,
So much beauty to fear,
Metaphoric to the loathing today...
... A bright smothered woman,
Lined up to die,
Her pearls have ascended to a greater cry.
Stuck in a modern, contrasting world,
Waiting for the fires and evil to be hurled.
Hell bent to unity in this contradictory reality,
A cramp aspires to her adore,
Once more to pain them,
Washed ashore by vein, the storm,
A deal made too strong of this to conform,
"Away, away..." Child whispers to me,
Alas my day has come.