"Brain, brain, go away,
we don't want to be insane,
watch the blood swirl down the drain,
kill, kill, slaughter, slay!"
Ah ... yes ... it's like that up there. Such a nice day outside, such a dark and bloody hell inside.
NONE CAN READ THE SYMBOLS
the rage erupts,
a geyser of hatred
at the outside;
we can not exist
within their world,
we can not adapt
to the mindless demands
of a sleeping mass
we warp the songs
of innocent days
to fit this madness
"brain, brain, go away..."
but none can read
the symbols buried
beneath the veneer
of simple sarcasm
too many hours are set
in thick burning bloodlust,
in vivid fantasies
of anger unleashed,
on vengeance taken
upon the random
and on the guilty
of mundane attacks
I am so sick
of being the victim,
target of despising worlds;
I ache to be the villain,
spreading retribution
in my horrid wake,
casting wide a darkness
that none of these yet know
but ancient pacts
still steer the soul,
we are seeded by the light
and can only enter grey
in action just so far;
this putrid world presses on,
driving us to monstrosities
still not within our nature
- Brendan Tripp
05/25/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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