Shut within the Fourth Wall

"Man dies, man kills"

Candles stubbed, cold,

Blood encrusted sheets -

You stick a head out

To breathe in the night,

Sniffle, choke, cringe, dead.

Seek the lights at night,

Mighty sights in dreams,

Soaked in sweat, stay awake;

For flowers are from the past.

White behind eyelids,

Shut within the fourth wall;

Cry, cry, cry out loud:

They hear you as

Long as they're sober.

Faster than dogs,

If only we could have;

But caught, whipped, caged,

Drugged as deadly nightshade,

We are marble, we are red.

Man is both the dead and Death,

Man is both god and child,

Man is, but also not.

Why this world, why?

Colours jar the brain

Through this eternal night

Where we fight for light,

But only to test

Our dimming sight?

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Darkness to Light to Darkness

Swimming abreast the primordial soup

Beneath air glistening with a phantasmal glow,

We came upon no break nor beauty

That called for thought or reflection.

The clouds were jewelled and vast,

And the skies beyond held visions of stellar births,

But what use these sights with none to behold?

Waiting for the prestige, we swam on in the dark.

Where is the will to refuse or rise against

A power, or an empty hand that forces?

Though the flow takes us nether, we shall

After all, remain your helpless children.

There were times when the dream was

Rough at the edges but pleasing to an eye,

But what thirst they quenched, gave no

Gain nor grouse to gamble or grapple with.

A dream is, after all, meant to be forgotten.

We listen to the night's chorus, we grow

Wary when chants call upon 'light' to lead;

We step back into the wispy remnants

Of the past and pray for ignorance to

Redeem us and defile this impossible truth.

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