Cylindrical life.

Keep going round, circle the pointlessness

up down, bumped head on the shallowness

change of direction, created a cylinder filled hollowness.

My life in a 3D prison, pointless beginning and mirrored end

change direction yet again, bridge the 3rd to the 4th and ascend.

Why?

Why disguise the cry

why deny the goodbye

why rely on the ever changing lies?

Dark offers solitude, to be left alone

for outward bound, I'm a pilotless drone

hollow presences that surround, are my eventual clones.

Day after day I see, the dust fall from my bones

night after night I hear, the empty figures, continuous groans

now I can't fall asleep, without, those painful tones.

Blasphemy

Scream a plea, a blood curdling sound

give me a sight worth the see, aimed beyond the cloud

I know you're there, you breath too loud

but Lucifer pounds paid, you'll never be found.

See blasphemy was crowned atop the bohemian mound

so you can bank, on the demonic hounds upon mortal ground.

Payback.

Greeted by future, he gave me a  present

ripped wrapping, open box to see it was past

stomped feet, backing the scream as I threw it back

future just laughed, closed the lid so it'll remain black

he clasped my hands around it, and whispered.

                   "This is called payback."