Best Laid

Gnaw at the parasites.
What you say won’t make it right.
Trade ’til the morning light.
Each new spark is none too bright.
Forced out of this life.
Periodic in how you wield your strife.
Measured out all of the night.
Bring silence here to avoid the fight.

But stumbling is all the same.
One false move will dole out the blame.
Gratified by the haunted tones.
In this place you are all alone.

Feed off the victims.
You need no restricting.
Cause this memories living.

And what you know may not always be.
In this case you breed and see.
Weave a junction out of mud.
All who dwell here are not good.

Shovel in the grub.
Ignore heads like wood.
Here is where we are stood.

These tales are tall and continue to rise.
What stands here was never alive.
Just an edifice donated to you.
The numbers now are only a few.

Gnaw at the parasites.
What you say won’t make it right.
Trade til the morning light.
Each new spark is none too bright.
Forced out of this life.
Periodic in how you wield your strife.
Measured out all of the night.
Bring silence here to avoid the fight.

Structure is but a word.
It sings much like a bird.
Doesn’t mean its not a turd.

Bathed in the absence of less is more.
Along the way to settle a score.
But such days mean naught.
Its like our days are primed and fraught.