THIS IS NOT AN EXIT.
Voices,
dark voices, loud noises
They’re
screaming in my ears
Abstractions
so flawless, remorseless
I
simply am not here
Outward appearances frozen
I
have no clear emotion
There’s
no barrier left, only carnal aggression
No-one
to hear my confession
Godless
among us, this bloodlust
It
flows into my days
Disgust and revulsion, compulsions
All lie behind my gaze
And there will be no quarter
Be
no reprieve at the altar
We’re all lambs astray in a world of disease
And
they all will be set free
Who’s going to set them free…?
’Cos even after all this, there is no catharsis
Even after all this, the pain has a sharpness
Even
after all this, there is no catharsis
Even
after all this, no relief from the darkness
MY CONFESSION MEANS NOTHING
No wider truth I’m dispelling
No lesson learned in the telling
There is an ideal, but no real me
Only a veil of greed
Something illusory
Something illusory…
C.C. November 2022
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