TP- That Halloween Party

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 Poem 3- That Halloween Party P1


This dance of chance without any rhyme or reason...
To the thoughtful, its very notion is treason...
I see flocks of sheep and herds of cattle...
Driven to the green pastures of fable...
Rusty hearts turned to stone...
Like dogs, chasing every thrown bone...
This circus I walk in, a labyrinth of tricks...
Conjured in a cacophony of crows, trampling any voice leaving naught but shrieks...
Now that I have seen, I weep as the morning dew...
I see the guardians of truth, so little and few...
I want to enter my grave alive, for I am already dead...
Freedom from this despicably sheepish life I've lead...
Something unshackled, something unearthed, I wish we'd be swallowed whole...
From the sky or perhaps a monster of the deep, taking with it every last fucking soul...

Poem 4- That Halloween Party P2


This moon is a crescent tonight; A testament to man's foresight.

I find them evil but stand in their midst begrudgingly;
My hypocrisy shining bright accursedly.

A bird meant to fly free but caged;
Ah! A fruitless war have I waged.

If I were a leaf,the morning dew has lost its purpose. It is intrinsic;
The product of a burden I care not to carry although altruistic.

My nerves have been unnerved;
What a cold broth being served!

The clouds wont conceal my ungratefulness;
Defeated & destitute, this soulessness...

Like a broken glass of wine, red and sharp. Get close, get cut;
My inebriation, undignified and dishonest. Inevitable to my being, life says, "get fucked :') ".

The plains and caves, in light and darkness all sing a common hymn. A frequency universally recieved;
They try to push me on and forth, through thick and thin. To me, a melody unheard and unconcieved.

This old camel tires, should he finally sit and rest?
Yes, perhaps that would be for the best...

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