Untitled II (looking for suggestions~mobe)

this is another "untitled" from some two years ago. Keep in mind I had not known then about my "beastly" state though was fully aware sunlight and light-light were not my friends. It is still a good tale and no, I haven't burned anyone to death, just mere wishing and yes, there was someone(s) in mind...

Untitled

I know it's okay if I don't want to convey to the mass
Feeling dragged down by the weight of the chain that has
Gotten it's hold quite tight around my neck
Reminding me and binding me like I'm a tiny speck


There cannot be so much sickness and ill
And the putrid defecation of humanity's will
Forever tarnishing a pure heart that's true
These are the twisted teardrops; I am blue


I know that I stand out even though I'm not noticed
As an insignificant specimen supposedly on the list
So, somewhere at the bottom is the name you seek to find
When you complain and gesticulate with anger on your mind


There never is the satisfying grasp of a job well done
And my inbox keeps getting full, too many tasks for just one
When all I'd rather do is to sit and sleep and reflect
Not ponder and placate some insidious human prick


Why don't they leave me alone and go away now
I want a dark room that's quiet, some way some how
And a sheet of paper that goes on and thus never ends
With a number two pencil that forever rends


And I will write down your transgressions till my fingers bleed
Every trick or deceit or lie and every bad deed
So the whole world will witness the "king's" fall from grace
As my twisted smile grows with the shame upon your face


But to what avail would it be, if you've no shame at all
If after all this time no conscious regret, just having a ball
Then how can you be punished for all of your sins
He has challenged me as His tool and He always wins


No dearly departed had gathered here yesterday
In the judges chambers only two stand to say
That was done could have been erased if given the chance
And your slovenly, lazy choices led you to this dance


While others now do your work for no pay or award
And you reap the benefits on and of your own accord
That deep down inside you must have known all along
This day would come, the day to pay for all the wrong


And I'll watch unflinching at hot burning embers
Of hell, your new home, as they lick at your limbs, sir
So please do not cry-you've enough tears to put out
The fires you started, the flames, the drought


But just smell the sweet smoke up from your infernal flesh
For I am a good tool and He granted my wish
Making me stronger and durable and toughening my hide
Yet still leaving that glimmer of hope deep inside


Forged in blood and bone and more hardness than steel
The more I am used as a tool, the sharper I wield
The fine edge is necessary to carve out the niche
Of the seediest of hearts in the filthiest of beasts


The wolves are very hungry and smacking their lips
With their nostrils flaring, the sounds of pups yips
Waiting patiently on haunches by the piles of smoulder
I will feed them the discards from the youngest to the older


So not a trace is left behind as your name is struck away
From the book of time and there is not another day
The wrongs will be righted, the hounds will be fed
As I lay myself down, clear conscience, in bed


I dream of a place that's serene and full of light
Though I am bound by my own penance and forced into night
So I do His bidding well and someday I shall see
The dawning of man not aggressive and at peace


I want a place to go in the sunshine that is crisp and clear
And feel the changing seasons throughout the entire year
To bite into the flesh of fruit, picked fresh from off a tree
And lay upon the sand looking outward to the sea


I yearn for children's laughter and watch them dance around
Or to listen to the creatures that crawl upon the ground
These things I hope for each and every morn
Sunrise signals night time, so now I am forewarned


There is always hope to be had when I wander and I roam
For the things that I must witness, the distance away from home
Before bed time I sit on the floor with my head raised to the sky
I don't pray or beg or banter for only one is knowing why


Then to take a moment's pause to consider all in past
I heave a single sigh of relief letting out a ragged gasp
With a tiny tear strolling down a cheek of the damned you see before
This is my life, my goals, my sentence...it is a beastly lore.
14mar2009

...it wasn't finished. I had to finish the last line of the second to last stanza and add the last stanza...not bad for being on hold for two years plus...enjoy~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.