Fear

The world pushes smoke endless rope for your yoke

and you try to make the changes that give birth to hope

but you can't quite find the right stride in time

the bonds that bind hide inside and try to ride your sighs

as you take the best way through mistakes

and as you wake the rest stays through this waste

the pieces push together like the repertoire of letters

these fetters ever-growing like the grimoires of scared settlers

where the monster lurks thirsty for the blood that bursts murky

veins open up in a slow pour without mercy

and the perfection of a system breaks down in its persistence

insistent is the voice of death when you stop to listen

but the gloom drops lower

heart gives in to a beat somberly slower

the beast's gulping swallows follow this rhythm

the world wallows in derision you have to move with precision

the decision looming and consuming energies blooming

losing the room where the crooners are booming

passing hovel homeless shelters helter skelter the weather swelters

gassing through the neighborhood in beat up leather sketchers

eyes skyward lifted high fear inspired

breath shudders through the apparatus with bright fire

conspire within the shadows and entirely with desire

see a body fade and tire and toss it on the pyre

Now when you get a chance opt for better topics

like taking up a stance at the pulpit of Coptics

cognizant of the top spots of better optics

but getting caught up in the dance with a bullet in the pocket

the octave rises like a rocket when you talk and just can't stop it

popping up and locked in stocks because you like to mock it

pocked and blocked as you cough and draw breath to hawk spit

caustic insides cause your body to rock spasmodic

punch through the walls of your cell your mind travels through time

unraveling said mind in a spell that finds new climes

a sublime climb inclined toward aligned lines divined

divided by the rhythms and the schisms intertwined

but with the ride rises a rival whose arrival is sly

and it flies beside a tidal drive of a life gone awry

The implications of the battle rattles the fearful cage

a draped cape across the bars hides the frustration and the rage

all these varied prisons carry symptoms of attrition

and buried in the indifference is the precision of derision

the conclusion an illusion words cease in their intrusion

so resume the vapid monster that births delusion