Veiled
You know not what is hidden behind
this calm demeanor,
You know not what lies beneath this
bleeding shell…
Inside I am beleaguered by the eternal
clamor,
Inside I’m vexed in my world…
….called hell.
A perpetual hatred pervades me,
The provenance of which is yet
unknown……
This hate has turned into a malignant
alacrity,
And my soul yes, it does now own….
If only these cold eyes could weep,
This mind would be blessed with
sleep…..
To wake myself up, I bleed my throat
out,
But, my deaf consciousness always
seems to win this bout……
There is no solace, there is no life,
Only a bitter hatred, with a bitter
strife…..
Don’t console me, I’m not fuckin
broken,
For if you think so my friend, you are
gravely mistaken…….
Bring back those days of gold, when
there was a guiding light,
The light which has now been consumed,
by the abyss of the night…..
I am on the brink of insanity, a hairline
from madness,
I am trapped in this clamor, in this
eternal sadness…….
