Forceful iniquity
As you step on my land.
Thinking you own
What you don’t understand.
Sometimes a hero
Is a bit underrated.
By kings, even thieves
Or souls deeply jaded.
A future imperiled.
A past manipulated.
A present compounded.
And a pain-edge serrated.
Unfortunate plot
When intentions are pure.
Miserable company
Most burdensome tour.
Self-victimization
With unmitigated risk.
The world has gone crazy
And away with a whisk.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I