Le Poetry

Soundless rooms of padded white
you never really saw the light.
Smile on face with darkened eyes,
you really are just full of lies.

Unleash your demons on others,
turn friend on friend, brother on brother.
This is what your calling is my boy,
this entire world is merely your toy.

Your invisible crown upon your head
you honestly think others are better off dead.
Step back with a smirk at the flames around,
see their bodies lying lifeless on the ground.

Laugh at the chaos, the panic, despair.
You are the harbinger of madness, as bright as a flare.
Cloaked in black for your darkest thoughts
with crimson accents for the bloodlust you brought.

Play the music box - the one that you found,
find your demons waiting for you on an onyx mound.
Bring forth the chaos! Madness!
Show the others your perpetual sadness.

Because we all know, deep down within;
you only longed to somewhat fit in.
But due to their arrogance, each of their hateful gazes,
this new town, shall soon be razed.

Although, poor boy in a jacket,
you're in a room where no one can hear your racket.
This was all merely an illusion inside your mind,
to placebo somewhat of a sanity you could never find.

Demons encircling a
crown of black.
All his failures
to a wall they tack.

Maniacal laughs
in a despairing mind.
The last shred of sanity
he attempts to find.

Smile of death
piercing his solemn mask.
You'd never notice his tears
while drowning sorrows with a flask.

Pacing the halls of
a solitary path.
It appears he's brought forth
the fake God's wrath.

Laugh with the king,
the one oh-so dead.
Let's see how he manages
to deal with his dread.

Will he drown it in more
addiction, or attempt to right the wrong.
No one will ever know,
it's near the end of the song.

A sewn on grin filled to
the brim with madness.
Only thing it's worth is
the fact it hides his sadness.

So tell me all you nobles,
you peasants and the bunch.
Have you ever been so angered,
a wall you just had to punch?

Have you ever seen your image,
and thought "pathetic trash."
Wishing, yet never able to end your life
because "it's far too rash."

You tell yourself all the
lies of the book.
Because you're a pawn,
far less than a rook.

You hide behind fake royalty,
to gain a visage akin to gods.
Evidently you know not,
how the story ends against all odds.

So listen little child,
pay attention to this tale.
Though watch out for the shadows
for they'll surely make you wail.

Elaborate little creatures
in a world filled with no light.
There's only bits and glimpses
of a future with no plight.

Though we all know the end,
of this world and all your lives.
Maybe these dull words,
will pierce your heart like knives.

Waterfall of vibrant colors
cascading down the marble sides.
The melodic orchestra of angels
playing ocean tides.

Golden threaded
robes of white.
Always aid in reminiscing
of times before my plight.

Sitting on the edge of eons,
forgetting mortal worries.
Lonely souls mingle in crowds,
seeking refuge from icy flurries.

Hearth of Hestia and a
Dionysos blessed chalice.
Allows me to repress
this world's malice.