Overthrow

the tone of the sky
expresses anger,
decorated with shadows-
I make believe, it’s all for me

a reluctant recluse of more than
one device, finds sanity less attractive
then the day before

physical pain penetrates
the orange and purples of the evening,
plump pupils part with creations final stand
and I sit at Pain’s demand
(A well trained recruit)

each crease speaks of the many folds
where I looked down the barrel
of defeat;

always waiting for that next trigger

by SilentWords
posted on 10/27/2009