The pain was to real for you to see, <br />The monster craving innocence, <br />That was hiding inside of me. <br /> <br />Temptations were castrated at the door, <br />Excuses brought to my attention, <br />Selfishness was no more, <br />And I was living in my own created dimension… <br /> <br />Of all the things I believed, <br />Lies were your escape from reality, <br />Exaggeration is my only prerogative, <br />And death... my only solution... <br /> <br />To submit my own self-conscious, <br />To the corrupted scribbles of hell we call home, <br />To be scattered surreptitiously in circles, <br />Able to call your temple my own. <br /> <br />Trying to do something, <br />But lacking the intelligence to do so, <br />Life is a monstrosity, <br />And to the satin pits of hell we are all forced to go. <br /> <br />Memories subsided, <br />Death crept silently behind my ear, <br />Horrific tales of journeys, <br />That no one has seen in years. <br /> <br />Breaking away all boundaries, <br />Escaping freedom is the key, <br />Hiding within your own selfish heart, <br />Knowing we are free, but freedom not being the need. <br /> <br />Cast all your fears upon me, <br />And I will wish them all away, <br />Promising you nothing, <br />Showing you success is not the way. <br /> <br />Just let me remind you the basics, <br />Of the rules we call our law, <br />Absences is a common need now, <br />Letting you know, everyone will fall…<br /><br />Sherri Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prerogative-2/
