The Veil

(It has been a while. Was not much to read on this forum that inspires, and I did not have the writing bug for quite a while. Not sure this will even get read, but here goes anyway.) It seems I am the one who grew too cold, From fears of smiling and growing old, To punish the world for ignorant bliss To seal my cynicism with a kiss. I am the one who died today The world carries on in it's colorful way To live behind the veil of lies And all that is different they shall despise. For acts of God are justified To never question why they died But blame him is something that you do not For miracles forgive him his cunning plot. Maybe I'm the one who lies in the ground No one can hear me make a sound To scream for the silent and the scared To sing the songs that no one dared. Yet for my deeds I was crucified I lie here rotting because I tried To open the eyes of so many sheep Who preferred to be blind and soundly sleep.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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