Poetry

Witches are arising from closet doors
Doomed, serendipity to emasculate whores
Once upon time saw five open doors
Four three two one
Now there gone
Four three two one
Now there gone
 
Beat around the bush and see visible fate
Making home on everything that cannot wait
To satiate a pain that just ostentates
With eyes that open signs, and lines that castigate
Shiver in the cold, to break the same old chain
Winner over here, you saw me my dear
Dreams all fade away, when I stop and say
Who am I dreaming them
Four three two one
Now there gone
Four three two one
Now there gone
 
Applied around the surface and held close to the helm
Of a dying butterfly that probably fought like hell
Just like me just like me, but love is our disease
As the chance of resurrection tears me to my knees
Alleviate and elevate an ever growing rage
That traps a ghetto child in the songs of a gone age
Because the sounds of the now resound so loud with truth
That I run away into someone else’s youth
But
Four three two one
Now its gone
Four three two one
Now its gone
 
Sing upon the remedy a grand conflicted fear
Trapped in hell that’s raging on the dominance of a sphere
A stagnant sorrow comes crawling over me
So I’ll let it go and hoping not to be
Four three two one
Now I’m gone
Four three two one
Now I’m gone