Tuesday, August 23, 2016

The Shadow.

Smash the fucking cranium into
the stepping stone, 
Die unto the willful practice
and know that you're 
alone,
Bullet proof? In the end, defy,
in this bloody lie and scream
it through the roof,
Survivor awaiting, in burning
body, soul and spirit torn,
Casket calling, last heartbeat
worn, 
Broken, nothing left to morn,
Standing still at the end of the 
day,
Proof positive, its' time to
let the shadow side
play...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/23/2016

Room 101.

Listing in mirrors, reality drowning,
lies...
All across the causeways, trampling,
it dies...

Disaster in the midway, entangled,
lost, ensnared...
Halfway into madness, they struggled
and they flared...

The future is the future now, but only
so they say...
Mind, listing in media, a puppet to
the play...
Electro-shock without the pain, static
disarray...

Lost, the illusion of resistance, in
denial of existence...
Facing fears in one-oh-one, forgiven
in remittance...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman