Inner Peace

[Esen]

Laughing
Taunting
sick hardened people standing staring and pointing,
Looking for the ins
falling through the outs
skin faded grey
silent muffled shouts,
engraved are the wrinkles
solid are the stones
laying bare naked and bleeding the stepping points to your throne,
shared is the essence, skinning at my knees,
cold hardened concrete, the only comforts ever offered too me.
Discarded is the love sifted away fron the fears
unleashed all my burdens the crowd stands and cheers.
No longer do I have passion
my talent once long ago ripped away
holes of boliing blood naw at me as my temperance sputters and sways.
Grease is the markings that hold up the sockets of dillusioned eyes
no longer a person
just a shriek of lonely living cries,
Harnessed are the angels
sipping at mercies release,
only sultry concerend demons come to show leniancy to me.
They hand me rool s of paper
narrowed and tied in glass
offer me a pen to dance and sign at a seconds glance,
Protection they offer
sneears that gleam
hungered are there whispers
chanting inside of me.
Looking for deliverence finding open cuts of rain
nourished is the treason that extends its hand to my pain.
and I shy from every shadow, not to let you know Im a man
singled and ridiculed all apart of our gods plan.
my nails fall dorment , fingers curled to balls, grasping an clawing , no longer can I grip inner peace's call