deepundergroundpoetry.com

Phantom of Delirium

Flip a coin � �
What did you call? � �
It matters not, for when it falls � �
I'll snatch it up from 'neath your grasp � �
And I'll be long gone just as fast � �
� � �
With a satisfied smirk � �
I will vanish into air � � �
You'll be left to sit and wonder � �
Was I ever really there? � � �
� � �
A figment of your thoughts, � �
A haunting trail of knots � �
You struggle to untie � �
But no matter how you try � � �
There is no way for you to know � �
The way out of this haze � �
As the fog descends � �
You are lost within my maze � �
� � �
You wander... � �
� � �
Left or right? Up or down? � � �
� � �
Is the air above � � �
Or is the sky beneath the ground? � �
� � �
Dry lips, you thirst and hunger � �
You're not getting any younger � �
� � �
Give up the search and lose yourself � �
Be nourished by my shadow well � �
� � �
Become dependent on the flow � �
Numbness, peace is all you know � �
� � �
See there, now was that so hard? � � �
Resistance gone, relaxed you are � �

You exhale... � � �

A slow, contented sigh � �
In stagnant trance you close your eyes. � �
� � �
I observe from my high perch � �
Atop my mirage tower I search � �
My gaze falls upon this land � �
I forged with my own crafty hands � �
I've no more need to let it stand � � �
For I've achieve what I have planned � �
So now, I let it disappear � � �
And leave you in despair and fear � � �
�
Is freedom not what you have wanted? �
Should have thought before you flaunted �
Your merciless reality �
Plagued by your mortality �