SYMPHONIES OF DREAD
bitter placement
at the edge of chaos
at the verge of loss
deeper than any wound before
we teeter here
with unsure footing
no equilibrium
and no rail
know this vista
is insane
it roils and bubbles
folds and blooms
all within darkness
and foreboding,
with scents of the dungeon
and the tomb
pain surrounds us
like music played
for cruel context;
the themes of ache
shift and flow,
forming tapestries of anguish,
vast buffets of dire malaise
and symphonies of dread
so sick, so twisted,
we mirror the world,
all its perversions
imprinting here
and wresting us apart
from our real being,
making us a part
of that mad game
how I want to be away
or be the way
that it's destroyed,
the mundane nightmare
leaves us no path
by which to gain escape
and so has doomed us
to be the rebel here
- Brendan Tripp
03/12/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp