Promises Of The Gods

I immerse myself in fiction

while the sky is painted black and grey

my guide my source my inner monologue

to follow constant is the pattern laid

take a breath

(silence as hollow lies inform you)

watch it all collide

one lasting deep breath

buried six feet

and unknown with the promises of the gods

I stand alone

unbecoming of either a hawk or a dove

I've seen while they've signed this so called

no other will make it out on their own

while the tubes that cross airwaves of time

call it all survival and sacrifice

its all now been laid destined once to be

and this their false intentions