Tormenture

Turn the key and release the lock.
Time will not now or ever stop.
Destiny will come whether you delay or not.
Listen for this final shot.

Weave a tale but don’t neglect,
That which will restart this test.
For he who is not you might be me.
Too much inventing for us to see.

Pass the buck but don’t get caught.
For too long these teaching we did abort.
Find a reason to ignore this is where they stand.
Uninvent that which could’ve been grand.

Stylistic over contemporary.
Substance sown until its empty.
With a wrap on the walls that makes you leap.
Whispers of how you are a freak.

Take this path but don’t quite pause.
Slow your pace but remember our cause.
With pitchforks high and torches lit.
These four walls allow for a prison hit.
With boxed up hopes and squandered dreams.
Cut away to explore all the seams.
Moments passed in sick decay.
Upon minds these torments flay!

Bolt the door to get out now.
Otherwise you’ll lose to a howl.
Breaking, bending mind will turn to dust.
Caved in with a solid bronze bust.