Echinacea

Now everyone can bury the fate of the world
Wheel in this disarray
Wheel in these hoary, black bones

If only these hands would stay abound
My mind could dabble forever without its secret being unleashed
There'd be no cost, there'd be no loss, there'd be no wonder or question

If I could be tranced by idiocity
If I could let the end come with smiles and laughs without anxiety
I'd let the world in all of its damnations and disgusts drain me, without hesitation

When I look back, I've made my bed
Lain in with evils and lain in with angels
Both will likely bring your down
Love and Hatred feeds up your mind
Love and Hatred, apathy will kill mankind

Through this, I found my soul
While everything loved and adorned has been slaughtered by the world
I'm glad I found purity inside one thing that I can call all mine
In this, I found something real, something like pain, something like jealousy
It let me feel fear, it let me think on my own, it led me to peace, all because i know my soul.

Reviews

[thecoolone52]

well thats good you found something hahahaha.... just playing... you know i liked this one... a little depressing but thats how poetry is sometimes... and you fill the lines with very nice emotionals indowindows............. SICK write!!