Into the Deep Blue
I made a lake filled with hate
And kept it clogging up,
It was bulking, bulking, till it broke
Thro' emptying its animosity.
And when it could no longer hold
Its propaganda of repugnance,
It was bleeding, bleeding, till I saw
Some ugsome fear burning cold-
Where then I fell thro' into hell
Baiting a creep of despair,
And I, in silence, some strange silent
Omen spat its vomit from my belly.
I felt the sting of pain overpower
Breaking my mind into pieces,
It was horrible, horrible, I couldn't toil
Nor finish fish I'd tried to bake.
Here comes now the vilest mother
Of my grief wrecking appetites,
She was excreting, excreting, till I choked
On her heinous mudslide of hogwash-
Now I am drowning in a lake
Self made thro' illicit ills,
Depression has awoken in its wake
And I'll slide deeper let 'em see.
Copyright © Charles Bernabi | Year Posted 2019
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