- Books, Literature, and Writing
I walk through my garden of unexplored thoughts,
I replay the lessons of life that been lost.
I try to find meaning, while feeling numb,
while the world around me keeps getting more dumb.
In a hollowed out space inside my heart of gold,
a demon is present chilling my soul.
The killing fields I embrace in my dreams,
are filled with corpses I made in my teens.
I try to run, to hide from the fight,
the screaming is cold, my feet frozen,
Will my grave be shallow, or nailed to a cross, will I be remembered, or memory lost????.
The screaming is silent to all but my ears, and the fever that's killing me, gets hotter with years.
My tears boil, like water in a pot, as the burner gets red, it pours out the top.
A rolling thunder, a thunderous clap, the pain of a lovers thunderous slap.