Lamentations

I couldn't find refuge in you.. I didn’t find in you the calmer to the maddening silent whispers inside my head..

Disappointed.. Weakened.. Distraught..

I now come to my full numbed senses as I stroll by the images of our memories..

I laugh..

I sigh gratefully..

I cry endlessly..

I look at you in the darkened hollow void I call my room.. I never hear a resonance from you.. Not an echo..

I turn my head away expecting to meet your eyes but I see myself.. Again hollow..

What if I had a recorder embedded within me to remember everything you lay upon my ears.. Never to fight again..

Sickened by your twisted methods.. Creative demonic schemes.. But still drawn towards you..

Do you miss it terribly?

Go.. Seek me elsewhere in your memory palace!

Grey

I am the shade of grey

The unpleased pleaser

The shadow of the sun

The nightwalker

Whatever takes place amidst the rubble

A curtain, that is me

A hollowed curtain

Which does not make premonition

Rather bleakly borders what lies in between

A rampage of minds that is

A disgraceful harmonious chaos that is neither black nor white

But a shameful tyranny of colours

An array of disheartened souls that will crush

Like a stampede of elephants they rule

Blessed with tusks that make Xerxes cower

They are the wolves I tell you

No longer blinded by humanity

Only guided by anger

Both are ashamed of the other

But what shame does it bring; if it was not unto 

themselves?

What shame if not the shame of ignorance?

The shame therein lies upon the mob

The believers

What do they believe? I can never comprehend

For they are non-existent

As come other prophets, carrying wine and words

‘Tis the irony of life