Posted on Sunday, 9 May 2010

Post Modern Existence (poetry?)

Pushed into a colourful cave

This is the new wave

The prince of essence

Said it once

We perceive it as our chance

 

Exhaustive minds

Forbid to give us a glance

At true purged bands

 

The king rules the cave

There is no overthrow

The prince forgotten

We are devoured

By the rotten

 

The days no longer linger

Time becomes the enemy

And the sparkling lights

Fade and hide to all sides

 

The cave eats our minds

Thunder beats our rhymes

Killer is us

Thus I take thee puss

And slam it in the mass

 

Running back and reach for the

The golden crown

Is far to late

 

Death is not hard

And so let it start

 

It is the end

but your

One and only friend