Societal Rituals
By Clean Serene
Life hasn't been what we thought it to be. For laughs and cries have left me blank. No subtle thoughts bearing my witness. Mearly a voice I follow. How to perfect my relentless look. How to make myself seem rapturous, judicious, and right. Defining my scars and marks of wealth. Revealing to one I no longer am. When the people exult in glorious fraud, I'll find myself joining in. Trusting my vision in looking for what it is. I could. The decision has changed your perception. The decision shows your delinquency. Leaping from a safety that I'll always have. The rocks are heaved in unrestrained amounts. They cry my dirge. I join in while another gets butchered in bare silence. So cut down by society's sick ritual. The people beckon to me as they hurl themselves at one another, so I can participate in their dire acts. Wayward winds strip my face of all expression. Strangly unworthy. My connection lost in a constant current of sublimity. Uncovered by no one so glorious. Find me there... Spiritless. Written June 9th, 1999 © on Dec 04 2001 09:34 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"Life hasn't been what we thought..."