Cut down, set free the demons that scale the walls
That offer gifts in the form of ridicule and scorn
That pretend to be hurt
That hold close the afflictions of the ones they inflict evil upon
Brought forth in the womb, the child of evil
But of little hope in their eyes
Far from the image they portray
A portrayal of innocence
Of calm
Yet with insight, you see and stay away
Not to play their tumultuous games
They, being afraid
Exposing their decaying flesh to the light
And watch them fight to clear their name
Or
Maybe
You could just____ not care
Instead stay clear
The Universe rewards with such pay
While you see the cards fall where they may
The folly, those games they need to play and hold dear
We’re all going one day soon anyway
Why not amuse yourself, young one
And rise above the fray.
© PC, 2023
Broken Vase 