Silent Riot

Silent Riot

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Without a fist there's no voice;

Thorns hook into flesh;

Rip away the fabric of a reality;

Purest form of divine darkness;

Follow me.

Sleep...

Like demons leaving a possessed soul;

It evades me.

Death lurking, watching my torture.

Pain...

A seductive mistress;

Eyes bleed fear of what I could become;

Tongues lick my ear;

Whimpers and whispers;

Come in.

Solitude...

In a cell;

The heart is heavy, tainted with filth;

Bile fills my lungs;

Drag blades across eyes;

Take what's yours, leave the rest.

Take Christ from the cross;

Blood stained sheets;

A goblet of fire, flesh made to bread;

Kneel like fools, observe the smile.

Fake halos and devil's breath;

Your God's Duct tape;

Believe the word...

Ssshhh fork tongues speaking.

Believe in man, you failed again.

© 2013 Phillip J Clayton


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Added on May 25, 2013
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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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In the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..

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