She wore all white.
He wore all black.
No other colours but that.
One showed a smile.
One showed a sneer.
Both used for the one they held dear.
Her? Endless loving.
Him? Ceaseless hate.
Used their own fuels to right their mistakes.
And she, full of virtues.
And him, heart of rot.
Both learned the lesson not taught.
One white dress shining.
And one black tie stained.
To a strict world, the two were disdained.
Her own path she dared carve.
And his paved just the same.
So for society’s downfall they both were to blame.
Words lost all meaning,
And tears fall like rain.
Depression forms thunderheads
Inside of my brain.
Jealousy shuns laughter,
So no joy will be gained,
Yet life still goes on
With our sweet smiles feigned.
The spiral it spins.
Unfurling our lives.
First the one way,
Then the other.
A complex pattern,
An indefinable weave,
This intricate web
Full of both its
The burning question
That ensnares us all
Is which are we?
There. Right there.
He thinks he’s a spider,
Ruler of the web.
In truth though?
The helpless one he’s captured
Is nowt but the Jester of the flies.
This deluded king,
(As many were before)
This sovereign of the realm,
Captured a mayfly,
To him a glorious catch.
But unbeknownst to him and others,
The Joker has completed his act.
It has been pulled,
And his bow,
Done with a flourish.
The fly has lived it’s day,
And though stored,
It rotted quickly.
And so the mighty
Supped the beggars bread.
created by me
Grisly images that haunt our dreams,
Butcher our happiness, tearing it’s seams.
Ghastly visions appear on our screens,
Showing us nightmares we’ve already seen.
Worldly terrors cause a world of tears
And our world sure has enough fear.
Through broken mirrors we find our nightmares,
Good losing to Evil, always being ensnared.
Grim spectacles cause spectacular grins,
And sick smiles on our faces do we pin.
Kind killing is alright with the kin,
Yet he, who died, ‘s dead by sin.
The virgin snow is white no longer,
The ground of today, it is unclean.
Of our young children, their delusions are stronger,
And of their sweet smiles, they no longer beam.
The rain of old offers no more, salvation,
‘stead it pours acid on our Oceans and Earth.
Of our sweet parents, they’ve lost all their patience,
And of their warm hugs, well, they’d much rather curse.
The once-bright sun, it has embraced the shadow,
For it now hates the nation that on which, it gave light.
Of our grand-parents, they’ve been dead long ago,
And of their kind tenderness, it got killed in the night.
Green grass is getting lighter
Blue tides are screaming thunder
Purple haze is smoking stronger
Yellow fields are burning hotter.
Red lines give no quarter
Orange flames are heating colder
Silver guns are being bolder
Golden days are becoming shorter.
Grey roads are going nowhere
White clouds are drifting closer
Brown spears are shooting upward
Yet the Black shadows quiver in fear?
They’re the saddest words of them all.
Rain, she is the one afraid
She won’t ever do a thing right.
She is deep sorrow, unwillingly embodied,
The one who cries falling asleep, each night.
Dirt, he’s the unnoticed servant,
Ignored all the day, from dusk ‘til dawn.
Too dry to shed a tear for his misfortune,
He resigns to be Ground, forever trod upon.
Mud, it is the two’s ill-fated union,
Of bitterness and resentment, combined.
So much time they spend hating one another
That to the term love, they are blind.