Poetry & Lyrics

MICROCOSM

 

Bending over backwards,

Never needing words

To say what needs to be said.

Better off living

Forgetting the dead.

 

Who cares?

Not you, not ever.

The truth is never

A meaningless morsel

Next to the will to power.

 

The sound of the crowd

Was so loud,

It deafened me

For an hour or so.

Now in a vacuum

Wherever I go.

 

Ashes smeared on a page

Proclaim the latest rage.

They say "Welcome," "Enter."

But give me your password please.

 

As empty laughter fills the night

Heartsick and vain

By the dawn's early light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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