By Chelley Rice “Punk Poet”
As the night falls silent under blakk skies It does knot deceive or tell you vicious lies Everything you fear it's hidden in the shade You'll be running for your life from the blade Things that go bump in the night sets blame The smooth mink night doesn't feel shame It's prediction of fates watch as they unfold The bottom of the evening burns with cold Hidden in the depths of fire that offers hope Begging for the clinching fibers of the rope It's a playground for torture that you dreamt As the fears in your gut begins to augment Kneeling to the chasing gun is standard The echo in the dense words is hammered Tiptoe through jagged thorns that burn white Will you give into your horrors of the night? Maybe you should decide to become as one Give into a frigid silver moon & banish the hot sun Yes you can pretend you're knot all alone As the night digs into your shivering bones Laughing in its face only because you must Night torments souls who's digging dust From the shadows an eerie cry brings sobbing The pounding in your head temples throbbing It beckons you to come to an agreement Do away with complaints & settle your grievance Your choices are simple if you want to keep living The night is unfathomable & it keeps on giving Deeply bury the hatchet into your own head Make your blood spill out staining with red Plead to the pits & cry out for your forgiveness If you love the nightfall you'll become fearless Once you've accepted a destiny being frozen The moon is falling & nightmares are closing The ground below freezes its hollow & cavernous Possibly then is when you'll find true happiness The Punk Poet… Always Be Punk… Always Be Drunk… (On Poetry)
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