Rectum of the Uranus (Dark Poem from the Humour Vault)

Thunder, lighting, tremors and rain

A silent losing battle inside my brain

No one seem to understand quite

The isolation and end that I desire

Contempt and grin behind their eyes

While I succumb to their laugh and whine

A secret memorabilia of an old friend

The Darkness in me never seems to end

 

Wish that I could run away from it all

find shelter under an angel’s breath

Question my courage and I will not refuse

to answer your crimes in hell’s due

What awaits there shouldn’t bother me now

Because I know good people end up how

No more Mr. Nice Guy to you

I have always found joy in solitude

I hare crimes, Lord!

I am a beggar of justice

And if I’d overdone my pleads

Believe me when I have over done my deeds.

CrossRoads

I am at a crossroad

not beat, not tired, just waiting for the sign

 

 

Believed to worry naught

because at a crossroad, in the night

comes the devil, some ladiesĀ and a smile

You pay him the toll,

ask him to take control

take your life anywhere

but he jacks ya like a troll

I am at a crossroad, dont wanna worry the devil

He comes, and he goes, millions have lost control

You need advice, not the hounds of hell

 

Comfort in silence, compose the ringingĀ bell

No such thing as a demon in dreams

Nor an angel in a nightmare

I am at the crossroads, and I am gonna pay the toll

because before you run, you gotta crawl