that lies thick like death upon my lips?

Or endeavored to understand the darkness

that is revealed from my Freudian slips?

Will you stand your watch in the night from a lofty pedestal on high,

and listen to the deranged voices of your demons as they cry?

Or shall you in a vain attempt, or try to destroy all that is true ,

with your impudent… nothing to live for  lies?

For you see, I have seen the likes of you… and your kind.

You spill forth your meaningless drivel of false concern,

in a corrupt and perverse desire to forever shine.

For your heart is that of a serpent’s, and your words are malevolent dung.

And the shadows that chase your memories,

will capture your soul with the approach of the setting sun.

So I will ask you this, and just this once, turn it hence…

Have you ever tasted my; insanity on your lying lips?

 
J. Allen Wilson © 2004