Petrified by my malcontent piece.
For too long I have been the beast.
Siphoning and carving brutality.
One foul look will not alter trajectory.
Down, in the lair of rotting thorn hatred.
Light will not shine no matter the wanting.
For, my heart is shriveled and my eyes are black.
It would be better to say I’m what should be feared; got that?
Washed up, has been are the calls.
Cut like a knife, will be how I stop y’all.
Fractured hairline failures in the mass.
Wave fareful as lethal floods crash.
Down, in the lair of rotting thorn hatred.
Light will not shine no matter the wanting.
For, my heart is shriveled and my eyes are black.
It would be better to say I’m what should be feared; got that?
But you don’t see a twisted menace.
Heart of gold, your touch is sensitive.
I do not trust, I do not get; why are you offering respect?
Its a con, its a lie.
It is neither I’m just fractured dry.
Retreat is my final defence.
Cornered I have to face this.
Kindness is not something I know too well.
Sad to say I lashed out and drove you away.
Down, in the lair of rotting thorn hatred.
Light will not shine no matter the wanting.
For, my heart is shriveled and my eyes are black.
It would be better to say I’m what should be feared; now I’ve assured that.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 