Placating the Bastards
Placating the bastards that dive like dogs at throats
Slicing blades find friends in their severed heads
Collecting blood forms the streets I walk through
It’s a twisting and winding road to the entrance of your heart
Beating rain drops create the soothing entrancement
Lost in a world of lyrically connected intricacies
Patterns form as the blood trickles into the snow
Cold webs stretch across the path of dissolving wind
Blowing calamity into the lives of lost bewilderment
Confused in a world of spinning imagination and life
Death confines its grasp to the hands of the masterful
Ignorant animals find four limping legs distasteful
Delicious morsels of the succulent body inspire delight
Despair comes at the price of smooth flowing streams
Rivers join at our connection and create confusion
Certainty makes up for the lost contact through the ages
Gone like a fox with a chicken, I come to you with words
Sound increases inside this creation of melodious interaction
Solitude welcomes the lonely heart and beats it to submission
Leisure leads to pleasure when we find what else is missing
Complete with an empty room for the sick and mindless
Meaning comes wrapped in a delicate package of peace and comfort.