The One

The abyss is a refuge from the trials of a disobedient mind,
And solace found in cold dead things, little pleasures.
The smile slips and the back breaks from the weight of a thousand voices,
But my scream of torment is the burden of rage.
Wisdom was divine, knowledge a pleasure,
Yet the ether burns deeper than clarity of sight.
No regrets, just retribution required of the last second.
‘Someone cut the lights!’
I’m the enemy and sex a dark friend.
The Warrior’s cut alerts me,
Another strike at the price of sanity, fear’s time is done.
The spirit moves with certainty, judgement is tomorrow’s nightmare.
Another voice to free!
The air boils with wrath,
Another 9-5er dead, the code commands,
There’s no debate, I’m the chosen one,
No escape for Trouble’s son, this bullet’s for you.
You’re stranded on my side.
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©Proverbs07-2009