~Mine through Rhyme
Now I lay me down to sleep, my peeps,
they'll creep to the sound,
they'll scrounge 'til they've drowned,
until they have burned or been crowned.
I see lost and found in the eyes of a dreamer,
a schemer,
a screamer,
sighing until I become a true believer.
Deceive her? You cheater,
you don't deserve her trust,
your thick skull I'd bust,
your lust is disgusting,
so mistrusting,
and plain evil to a tee. But that's me.
I'd set you free
from this world that you seeth in,
if I had my way you'd had stopped breathin'.
Word. With all of the ignorance you swallow,
you've become so hollow,
there's no room left for your soul.
The toll you've paid left your soul filleted
and has darkened your life as black as a spade.
Jaded. You leave them with tears,
with fears,
rear view mirrors
is the only place they need to see you. If that!
With every breath that you take
there's a score I will keep.
No sheep will be counted until you are long gone.
Crap out on the lawn.Then I will yawn and
stretch with my braun.
From me, you won't hear a peep.
See.
I took my time,
now she's mine through rhyme...
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Adding your comment:
If you can break through people's assumptions about things you've done something pretty significant. I wouldn't call this a stand out poem, cause, as a rant, the subject atter isn't terribly original, and the imagery is all fairly standard. But it's deftly written, and shows really superb skill with words at times.
