The Haystack

Proliferating diatribe in a literary nightmare
Still craving for relentless cacophony
Drowning the echoes of silence in blood
Running wild, circularly in disgust
Laying seeds of thought, waiting for the weed
Crying, screaming, grinning...bittersweet as shame

Wandering through doors of dreams, passages to nightmares
Leaving the games children play mindlessly
Choked by a vain ember, a line drawn indirectionally
Calm like a holocaust, mildly chilling, cleverly judging
Sinking in labyrinths of lust, rising cleverly as the autumn moon

As I tap my finger, the melody escapes, profusely setting free the soul
Stacked on coins, with a cherry on top...look
Look at her watching heartily as her portrait shatters
As she shows me the sky I see but an empty street
Don’t show me the way, I’ll reclusively reach my end
The darkness charges towards me, I throw pebbles to mock it
But she tells me the pain won't ever go away
Look to the other side, a ladder lies smiling, climb where u please
Cry, scream, grin...bittersweet as pain, lest be ashamed

Beating nauseatingly as I sway to hurl
Crowning the king of neverland, look at me fool
Don’t cry, just die, she said, it'll save you the pain

Cutoff from the end, then it'll never find you
Slip away, blind yourself, bias, shelve, dig deeper you fool
Doesn’t it feel strange though, lying immaculately, poised to enthrall
Enchanted by the shredding disturbance slithered under the beat
Wrap yourself around the chilling melody
Look down the cliff and throw the mandolin away before 'you' choose to perish
Doesn’t it feel hefty, so bury that thought under feathers

The flying birds approach, forming the V for vanquish
Vehemently venerating the vice
Alliterate progression, can you?

See, I can never explain, nor will you ever understand
Though your boundaries of thought transcend sensibility
Some things are better left unexplained
Don’t fret, don’t fume, she said, just die...it'll save you the pain....