Self-Sacrifice
• Written by Aristhoughtle
A new Phase that Burns,
Becoming a new Page to Turn,
Throw the Pain in Reverse,
From these Verb Trains I Blurt and Hurt my Brain,
Trying to find Words to Say,
To express the ineffable that I've Learned to Crave,
Stopping this all would Burst my Train,
This skill Lurks in Veins, and I've Earned that Pain,
This being different since now all the Effort's in Vain,
I can Never Refrain, but hope to Swerve and Gain,
More than I could Ever Obtain,
Because when you switch a niche from the Weather and Rain,
It doesn't feel natural it feels like a Radical Adventurers Bane,
The Mentors been Slain without Tenure to Pay,
No longer able to Venture and Play,
Endured then Prayed, Pure and Tamed,
It's a Sure Shame we all Endure the Same,
Path is synonymous, Lured by Names we're Cured from Consciousness
Cannot be Raved Off the Fence, I'm Afraid of the Consequence,
No matter how much I tell myself it's all Feign and Cognitive,
I've Delayed my Omniscience,
In the hopes that others would be On The Way with Confidence,
But now I see that we cannot see past the Offices' Incompetence,
In fact some are Lost In It, So I've decided Dive Into the Carnage and be Tarnished With It,
Rotted in Fire that Parliament Desired,
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Aristhoughtle
Member since December 25 2014