Guilty
Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 9:49 am
Epitome of Beast
Mind State
Something I wrote a while ago, thought I might share it.
His body turned like a clock,
His mind warped by time,
And though the fault surely was his
He just kept passing it down the line,
Blaming whomever had ever taken the time to get intertwined
In his interest and then left him to bleed with a broken spine,
His pride was that of one which never had dared look at himself out in the daylight,
Outright it would be fair to state he’d played himself a fool,
Consequently fate it seems were proving him a tool
Ruled in by corners he didn’t dare brave
And so he never gave himself the chance to move onwards
But backwards he certainly went again and again,
Reminiscing over the pain and the anger,
He played the reel over and over until when he looked back
Across that which had been so unthoughtfully spent he couldn’t recognize the spender in all his splendor and so his life went,
Through seasons ever changing, though he remained the same,
Like a seed planted neath a tree, hidden from the sun’s love,
His essence embedded in earth’s shackles never grew free.
Mind State
Something I wrote a while ago, thought I might share it.
His body turned like a clock,
His mind warped by time,
And though the fault surely was his
He just kept passing it down the line,
Blaming whomever had ever taken the time to get intertwined
In his interest and then left him to bleed with a broken spine,
His pride was that of one which never had dared look at himself out in the daylight,
Outright it would be fair to state he’d played himself a fool,
Consequently fate it seems were proving him a tool
Ruled in by corners he didn’t dare brave
And so he never gave himself the chance to move onwards
But backwards he certainly went again and again,
Reminiscing over the pain and the anger,
He played the reel over and over until when he looked back
Across that which had been so unthoughtfully spent he couldn’t recognize the spender in all his splendor and so his life went,
Through seasons ever changing, though he remained the same,
Like a seed planted neath a tree, hidden from the sun’s love,
His essence embedded in earth’s shackles never grew free.