Charcoal Sheep

Charcoal Sheep Watery eyed thoughts came, Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain. Inward turned burned ocular pain, too many thoughts to restrain I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again. Smell my seared wool going down the drain. Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain. Worlds accessed by my fingertips help to quicken this sheepish heartbeat. I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE! Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet. Never once listening to warnings. All the while the other sheep bleat. Instead I feel my brain drain as my barnyard thoughts strain. I can’t translate what they’re saying, but I feel them point and complain. My paradigm won’t shift though, I have a glass ego to maintain. So I download my brain into my mainframe. I’m watching you fake shepherd boy, black sheep never sleep. Into the darkness we’re destined to creep. We have those sad sadistic secrets you’ve burdened us to keep. So I smudge charcoal thoughts dangerously deep. I prefer paths, dangerous and steep. Within the silence of the lambs, you devilishly relish hearing me weep. You defile fleece as white as snow. I resist going where those sheep go. Their path leads to your fictional rainbow. They’re not safe even though they travel slow. The True Shepherd wouldn’t lead them to and fro. I listen to my uneasy queasy feeling and exit your proverbial row. I wish I could stop them too but, ba ba ba, off to the slaughter they go.