breaking free

Wasteland of thought thinking thoughts I should not,

To face mans rot and interior plot,

Ulterior motive designed to betray,

Superior intuition left to die and decay.

Scarring of souls leaves reminders of guilt,

Memories of rain smell of sulfur and silt,

Main lining hope of absolutions respite,

The time of the never seems looming in sight.

I walk this road forever alone,

You speak of lies and choke on truth, like bones,

Adversarial by nature, not merely a choice,

This sentiment comes harsh to my melancholy voice.

Lose what you want and forsake what I say,

Take what you can and then just walk away,

The generosity that comes in the guise of a friend,

Is so detrimental, just a means to an end.

This puppet is free from marionette strings,

I’ll stop you instead and fly without wings,

Watch as I go as I smile at your screams,

I’ll no longer play in the world of false dreams.