Pin Drop

POEM "PIN DROP" by martin gedge Be god, almighty lend me your time for I am a salesman's suitcase of suffering to pitch such sweet pain and divine tyranny for every pin that sticks my skin is a dagger of a soul that sees a future in a small golden box bigger than life itself but with oh such dark rewards you see hate in my hollow heart while I see pleasure this side that you seek in me is my relentless ambition to fold darkness around the bodies of doubt we need not care for the morsels of good nature for it is our will to see trophies dine at the tables of creatures such as us every night there is a new shadow that dresses our closets and every claw on every knob awaiting doors to be opened and presses against glass panes to bring your world to me and in the saddest moments and through the quietest times one twist and one turn I will smile upon this throne and the dark shall have it's day.... by martin gedge©