Evil

When I seek a prize I truly can't stop,

And I'm depressed to keep on seeking.

What's a farmer to do when tending crops?

Especially if the yields seem to be peeking?

Rain and sunshine make plants grow...

With a fuck ton of dirt.

And I've repressed when I'm depressed

To maintain a sense of worth.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy.

But I set my targets high.

And don't look at me like I'm sappy

if I want to scrape the sky.

And here I am lying, hearing

Sweating in the sun.

But are your actions endearing?

Or do you commit them just for fun?

Liar.

I search for a peace: tranquility,
at an ultimatum with civility.
How can I just watch and wonder?
It pisses me off to ponder.

It's terribly tiring, managing an honest throne.
A crisp lie must feel nice, a small bribe from the soul.
A man is only as good as his word, and I must keep my own.
There are other ways to lie: being fair is foul.
To a truth teller, deceit's transparent, now the seeds are sown.
Your blood is gaul! Your eyes are dry! Your milk is sour...
Liar! Witch! Most foul of beasts! Your corpse shall soon be thrown!
Time is ticking ere hell takes you, to the victor goes the spoils.

Lightwalker

Up where you walk where all is clouded

Works of fire explode through the sky

And beneath, where we watch, is crowded

Like little dots scuttling below

And in light, you're floating shrouded

By and and by, by and by.

May your shoes never be eroded,

As you walk with light in tow.