LONE WALK SYNDROME
Too much of pain in my ass there is,
Too many holes in my head;
Oozing from the sluices is the red fluid of life
My brain is bleeding yet I walk with conscience.
Neither blades nor bullets may hurt any longer;
This, even the blind could see.
Phoenix rose again from her ashes,
Even death ain't eerie to the fire bird;
She has been to hell and back.
I've erred and been wronged,
I've seen and been seen
I've walked alone...
Life and love I let inside of me,
All they could synergestically is perforate m'head.
M'heart hardened, it is bad;
But became the rarest antique,
The most precious stone in existence
And that is the best sequelae
Of the Dark Walk Syndrome.
© DAUDA ONAWOLA
Too much of pain in my ass there is,
Oozing from the sluices is the red fluid of life
My brain is bleeding yet I walk with conscience.
Neither blades nor bullets may hurt any longer;
This, even the blind could see.
Phoenix rose again from her ashes,
Even death ain't eerie to the fire bird;
She has been to hell and back.
I've erred and been wronged,
I've seen and been seen
I've walked alone...
Life and love I let inside of me,
All they could synergestically is perforate m'head.
M'heart hardened, it is bad;
But became the rarest antique,
The most precious stone in existence
And that is the best sequelae
Of the Dark Walk Syndrome.
© DAUDA ONAWOLA
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