• Martyr

    Martyrs will come, and martyrs will go.
    Though, struggles fall short while living low.
    I am a martyr in a world of gray,
    But time will pass, and I’ll have my day!
    My conflicts are running madly mundane,
    And my breaths of fidelity diagnose me insane.
    This slicing, sick, simplicity
    Is amounted to monotony.
    I admit I’m too meticulous,
    But this world is just ridiculous!
    No matter that, I’ll stand up tall
    And watch fallacious fighters fall.
    I’ll sit on my cloud and pictorialize
    The ill process of a sweet demise.
    I’ll prepare for what I know will change,
    When all I know turns new, and strange.
    For you have entered now, my dear
    To assist me while I interfere.
    I’ll lie so still, and apprehend,
    And let you teach me how to mend.
    You’re elusive, faint, and so obscure.
    But that just grants you more allure!
    When a martyr loves, a martyr fails,
    And end so many tragic tales.
    Is my life fictitious? I only dream
    That things were more than what they seem.
    I love you, but I must let go
    Of everything I’ve claimed to know.
    A heavy heart and lowly shame
    Is all I’ve got left to my name.
    Narcotic explosives accompany me.
    Neurotic emotions are my enemy.
    The death of a martyr lies closely ahead,
    This world is hopeless, and this city is dead!