And in the end we all knew we’d be getting what we got; to the devil by a hangman’s rope with the whole wretched lot

Crashing Contradictions

like a drunk
I’m driving
swirving
and crashing

a drop of oil
in a bucket of tears
a lonely blind man
unable to hear

I’m a prophet
without a god
a wretched leper
outcast in fear

I’m the tolling bell
that leads to nothing
a strength of heart
only found in pain

I’m a mystery
that can’t be solved
a faraway land
conquered and long gone

but you’re too busy
controlling the game
tallying the scores
and comparing the same

and here am I
not fighting
not struggling
not yelling

Just losing
to your simple
stupid
name

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