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True ColoursRefuse I am refuse I am refuse I refuse
The judgment day of slanderous decay
Is all I have to lose.
My banging heart it beats anon
Not strong, but weak I'm weak I'm weak
And all my secrets I will keep.
I bleat I bleat, look at my feet
Solitary grief is sweet.
A slender thread of strongest twine,
It cuts into my fingers
As I reel in the line.
It lingers in the waters deep,
I'll be dragged under, ere I sleep.
SleepGo to sleep my queen, link hands with bawdy seraphs and lie you in the night's cool embrace. Fly this place and topple solitude's cacophonous tones, and light the fools till no more dusty deaths will end their lot. And be not forgot in blooms of cherished caresses, dust thy lips with seasoned kisses on the bleak edges of fading light.
AtticusAtticus attacks on yon hillside,
His boastful methods evidence of pride.
One fraught with danger, yet you strive
To bring down your foes, take none alive.
My wrists leak life into my lap,
I watch the progress of Yggdrasil's sap.
And there he stands all strong and new,
Atticus laughs and I laugh too.
The boastful banter blares anon:
"Steel thy courage, prepare, be strong."
Oh Atticus, wherefore do you
My wrists attack and hillsides too?
Go, and leave me to my bower.
Sweet entombment, jaded flower.
Nothing else compares.
I'm far too frail to mount the stairs.
And whilst the world is unawares,
I'll dispense with temporal affairs.
Lament of a MiddleAged NothingDearly beloved, the soul departs,
You gather now, with anguished hearts.
Why suffer fools such languished parts?
You strut and fret your woeful art.
For, my dear, it is the end,
And ask you, how's my soul to fend?
Depends, the walks of life on which you wend
Your way, mean very little, come the day
If men and women players be,
I'm but an extra, hard to see,
Hard to hear, with ease ignored,
I'm not the one who holds the sword.
But what is worse,
I'm mad! And it's my dreadful curse,
And Charon tips his hat to me,
That woeful bastard set to sea.
"At least I'm free," he answers me
(That's something I will never be).
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