The Black Fence

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Diagnosis of the living man
Existence bleak and no end plan
Discontent with his prognosis
Deep regret in two small doses
No chance of him finding hope
His thoughts under the microscope
Of his mind, soon to recline
Into mundaneness of another kind

Useless cause and useless effect
A new age cycle of old age vexed
His inner spirit, outward appearance
Ugliness led to a disappearance
Of his presence, of his needs
Cut in conscience, his ego bleeds
Onto a stage, pointless rage
A free man living within a cage

Flying hopeless is the crying man
Wings are clipped and legs are damned
To walk a lifetime in his shoes
Learn and care are burned and bruised
Interactions led to a cringe
Satisfactions found in a binge
Of scrutiny, how can it be
When life was once sweet poetry

Now it's days on a calendar
Merged together in one big blur
Slowly building the black fence
Built of X's that he repents
For each day loses its drive
And a lack of reason for him to strive
For something more, an open door
Maybe the next life's worth dying for

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from Denim Skull, released March 13, 2017

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