Fatigue

I thought life would be a brilliant comedy
I never knew that it was to be a great catastrophe
I never knew it'd be a repellant tragedy

I thought life would be a brilliant comedy
Full of figures of pleasantry, around me
Are not scenes from an eloquent journey
But a deviant form of a most baleful custody

Tired eyes, wailing mind

An odd sense of anger
An odd sense of lunacy
Abide
I never knew that it was to be
I never knew

Textures form
My trails glow

Damnable restraint
I will pluck you out of my way
Trail, my trail, misplaced. All led astray
I'll light my inner kindle

Thoughts appear. Ever wrestle
In the rain, in the sound
I never chase them away

Stripped of the mask of joy
Vile rows of silent days, narrowed will
Stillness engraved in memories
Thawed by trails ablazed by light

I'll wipe my tired eyes
Silence my wailing mind
I will mark my trail
I'll shout my words, in endless space
I will make up
For silent days, for baleful days

I will earn my rest