Faint

Hell is other people

Said a sage without a steeple

Hell is oneself,

No. No.

Hell is myself.

Hell is the stars sown

Over the face of the sky

Hell is the stars shone

In the desolate despair of night

Unobtainable, unattainable;

Desire uncontainable

Lord, reap all of my stars

And keep them locked in a box

With all of my scars

Hell is the bawling balls

Rolling not with a meager speed

Each, pocket-bound, falls

From a green plain, soft as mead

Alone in its leather-barred cell

Pushed by a stick into a still hell

A community in lonely fractions

Scattered, aimless unto demise

By the grace of outer actions

And the motivation of unnatural device

Each popping in its own pocket

Like pilgrim drops in an eye socket

Travelling as fast as a rocket

They used to use the name billiards

Now we say pool

This hell's wilier than a deck of cards

And has not one fool

The demon,

The enemy inside,

The skeletons in my closet

Are my only friends

You must think I'm insane

I must be what you disdain

No, wait!

Don't hate.

I suffocate.

Sufferings resuscitate

But I am much too late

The actions I can't condone

The words I can't control

Are my true biography

The shepherd falls

And the sheep strays

Sleep betrays

When darkness gets thicker

It strikes me as odd

That it strikes me,

You, us.

And everytime the clock strikes

Worlds whirl.

That clock ticks death in

Creeping, caving.

This moment is never coming coming back,

Yeah, it tastes bitter!

That moment is never coming back,

And it tastes better.

One gone,

Two gone

It's like when a nuclear blast

Silently meets a desert storm

Devastation in beautiful form!

Each tick is a maelstrom

That quakes the earth

And shuffles it into a new birth

Have you heard about this?

Life above

Had no love

For the silly clown

Who left the town

And into the tunnel he went down

He was blinded

By the brilliant stench of the tunnel

It's like living in and at the cemetery

Corpses all spangled and merry

"A child's play,"

They all will say,

Be that as it may

But a cemetery is no place to live

Dawn broke

Stars faded

Darkness that once shone

From places unknown

Fainted

Light glimmered,

Swinging between clouds

Rain came scampering

Against sills and windowpanes

It was all gloss and glitter

And the clown remained down under

Where there was no rain or thunder

A prisoner of all that he owns

Merely his flesh and his bones

His body a noose,

Knotted, gnarled,

Ravelled and wound tight

Its ropes, his soul.

A hell unending, binding, awaits

Each time he awakes.

For the vain,

For the inane,

Today, hell is mundane;

And it's running like a vein.

By A. Guy