The Parody King’s Castle
I'm a troubled man. I've got snakes in my head. Persecuted for living out of my bed. I've got nails in my hands, from the day that I got crucified. I can sleep with no worries. Now the day has come that I've passed. I look a lot better now. I look years younger now it seems. I feel a deep calm. I feel like I've unlocked the chains. I burned away the evil demons that were attached to my soul. I caught a burning thought and saved it for my own. Beware of my skin, I've grown very thin. I'm wasting away, My bones are all that is left from my sins. You wonder where I went You thought that I went away, Never imagined, I could fall all the way down. The path of hidden resentment to the world that took my crown. I was living in a shallow tomb. The weight was too heavy to shake loose the closing casket. So, I just let it close, unpursued. The mind being sketched over. With images of the lies, the cheating. Connected the dots on my skull with a pen dipped in the filth, The sorrows in the soil. Memories being erased, questions I must ponder. Childhood electrocuted out of my cranium. I am only a child in my heart, The heart is growing smaller, And more porous from the holes that has been cut by the lies, the cheating. The long fingernails emerging from air, vanishing Then sinking into our internals. Prayers to find my inner self Prayers that were unanswered, my inner self decides to yell. I was yelling out of the sands of a lost September day. When I had unity, feeling free, no worries, no decay. Months passing, unity split, new fears. Fears of betrayal, The ensuing betrayal with clarity of manipulation. It wasn't me who took the first bite You were hungry, hungry for new blood, new skin to run across your own, The new man to make you scream, To make you feel fine. Leaves you banging at the door and begging for more. Laughing down onto you, over your natural being. Eyes beaming for that certain glow. Are the tears real, are they mechanically grown? Caught up in the rapture, the thrills of seeds being sewn. A cold, cold man now Ears tingling through series of codes Will I screw up this, will I screw up that? I'm sure I'll pay a price Standing at the gate, leery of gatekeepers. They are begging for one more slice. Now here I am with frosty breath moving slow motion across my lips. Feeling so cold laying in this dirt. I've got serpents and insects crawling through my new lair. I bought this new kingdom for the price of a lost soul. It was cheap considering the condition the body was left in. Now fly away to the unknown, or to a Heaven? Let the birds and angels bring your wings. So that you can carry on as someone who wouldn't dare to have known hate. Try again, never trying any harder to never choke. In reluctancy of caring after the thoughts are permanently blinded. The relaxation is now for grief Everyone can now leach onto the stinging release. Time will go on, hell may not. Falling away, black hole. Wet muddy tumbling ground I fold. Leave me with a lullaby as a chaser, relief of doubts. A new day brings life to some of us, the lying, the cheating To a crownless king it brings one last sleep. Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8 International links on this page. https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/23/hard-rain-poetry-forever-dylan-anthology-available-today/ Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers The return & revised version of “New Disease Streets” by David L O’Nan Poetry and stories Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.
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