MY ETERNAL STRIFE



AND here i go again
with a tired nib
and a withered page
The same old daemon
with a new found rage
Kneeling all alone
in the NECROPOLIS of dreams
that were once alive.
Walking , talking colourful whims
Fantasies that were too dead
surviving on an oxygen tent
A future with an unmendable dent
a heart,wounded by surreal deception
and a soul with a rent......

AND here i go again
fall hard on my face
i break,i slash,i bleed
but the tears have dried
within that seed
that will never find
the humus of life
Cut into pieces by your lies-sharpened knife
Dying on a prayer
is my eternal strife....