One day I took a moment
To travel the inner depths
Of my copy of the subject
Of a walking dead man's plea
Just to see what might be lurking
Beneath the sin and bone.
Too jolly it was me
Another adventurer would assume
Greater knowledge, though it seems unlikely
As impossible is not a word
My own warrior knows not her master
That controls her every thought
Every cut and word and action
Though maybe less say over
Desires and tears.
As I continue this expedition
Not quite actualization
Far from unfruitful.
Hidden and abandoned.
Starving but still alive.
Genius slinks up between the cracks
Aiding in that which
Society now deems unnecessary.
Though some may approve
Most are more apt to flaunt their own
And grant insanity upon the vessel.
Digging deeper to discover
What darker creatures may sleep
To perhaps become a danger.
Harm may befall passersby.
This all at the unconscious mercy
Of a not exactly sane
And wandering mind
That I just so happen to find
Locked up inside my skull.
What damage can be done
Is not yet known.
But even if the greatest fear
Is not of onlookers
Even if it is just suicide
Those closest may argue
This existence defies triviality.
No sense would come from
Speaking the truth
So here I lie
I am not mad.
 aPOPcalypze · Thu Mar 18, 2010 @ 05:28am · 0 Comments |
