introspective

I tend to make fun of people who post poetry and/or song lyrics, but I guess every now and then even I get these little twinges of artsiness. Besides ...this guy just really speaks to me at times.


with future behind but the past so soon
ah to be drinking in the afternoon
and so easily falls that wayward groom
into the foggy parts

although he contends that the past is gone
it's nasty habit of stringing along
the ugly reminder of times bygone
becomes his form of art

staring loathsome upon that empty stage
forgetting the now soon turns upon rage
lights to fire blazing that empty page
ash makes her bloody mark

tragedy laughs while the jester so cries
jokers are never for those long goodbyes
the truth has never been so full of lies
that glue just falls apart

to what length will you go burned letters say
to make that delusion go far away
if the question marks lead so far astray
why try to end the start

compassion is known for her raging hate
when swiftness will show himself to be late
the full life behind but an empty slate
so tilts the loaded cart

-Reyd Valort