Boredom

the stolen soul
feels the discomfort
of borrowed robes.

walk away (random childish fun with rhyme and style. ;) )

And when it’s time for curtain call,

Just before the shadows fall,

On empty chairs and vacant halls,

Will you walk away?

And if I bleed in murky rain,

Through a constant, crushing pain,

And joy and hope like love I feign,

Will you walk away?

And when my magic’s lost and gone,

And my tunes have sung their song,

I’ve lost my place and don’t belong,

Will you walk away?

For when the dark befell the night,

And the meek destroyed the might,

And all our hope was lost to fright,

The world had gone astray

i  told the world that i had tried,

And all my men had fought and died,

And as their mothers wept and cried,

The night had won the day.

To wash the blood and mask the pain,

to hide the tears, i called the rain,

For all the joy had now been slain,

By passions gone astray,

and in the rain i realise,

That all the pain in hollow eyes,

Say the words that i despise,

and turn and walk away.

So would you now quench my thirst?

Or would you rather see at first,

if my crown had now been cursed?

And then walk away?

Your silence now answers me,

And as i stare wistfully,

On dreams and hopes that once could be,

You turn and walk away..

Disillusionment.

Your light no longer warms the soul; the flame now a flicker, your love now a guilty glance across the sinful platter before us - bitten and chewed, the Forbidden Fruit, your pain sings to me, silently – of sadness.

You, a god from years gone by, the erstwhile divine, are now a shadow lurking behind the stained pall of decadence.  You mask your fears behind the veil of the heroic bold and beguile the blind, seek shelter behind a haze of the smoke from burning dreams of the broken, hiding your own self-inflicted wounds.  You, the Great Undoer, and you, the Great Undone.

For blind-eyed worship has now seen your silent fright, as unconfined lust swallows this violent night.

 Your passions are now hollow, mere lies that I foretold. Your dreams are mere escape, illusions uncontrolled.

Your nakedness repulsive, your wonder has now died. Your charms have now been broken, and now been cast aside.

Yesterday’s moon, honey, that’s what you are, yesterday’s moon.