Blood In The Apple

I look into the dark pool of suffering

And I’m transfixed in its stare

Like a moth lured into a universe screaming

As death comes alive in its godless air

Watched it steal succor from my sleep

With dreams conceived in a poisoned womb

Suffer me tears of anger to weep

And eyes that feel like open wounds.

They say home’s a place that ends a journey

Mine’s just a picture gone up in flames

Burning in homage to another mans memory

A guiltless being who once held my name.

And now you see me, cos you’re me

Today’s victim of yesterdays ‘war.

I heeded not your cries for mercy

Coz every gatekeeper of hell , is sometimes the door.

Fed on fruit from the desert, a bush laden with hate

crazed by a sorrow that like poison cuts thru my veins.

I swung my sword, I glimpsed his forked tongue too late

There’s blood in the apple & nothing to gain

except...

maybe...

one more ripple in the circle of pain

one more cripple in the circle of pain

again.

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