Minions

I fell from the wagon onto firma
Unsure if a push was the cause
Affected by anxiety
Let me coddle my tragic ties
I’ll lay here and waste while parties
Fade away with matching smiles
Something feels better this way
My days Alone and blind to care
I’ll swallow my pride one gulp at a time
And pray still I a temple to share
Just a point on the long  horizon
My image will fade but first my sound
And If I keep those at this distance
Ones will never come around
Common curses they say
how it darkens my day
constant signing of Frey
Then relinquish my stain
or just pick on my mind
and enjoy the dismay
and hope heros inside
can handle the rage
for the west was not won
it was severed with blades
and my brain is but one
also separately caged
although kindness and love
is much what I am made
I grow angry within
as I think of the ways
they convey their dull light
as they secretly play
with the cards from a stack
place a stake in the hay
speak of hands behind backs
torches set for a blaze
now smoke rolls from your mouths
youre consumed by the gray
my words do not mean jack
but you’ll hear when I say
may you roll not the dice
if you no will to pay
with the lives of your flock
from a merciless knave…
I fell gently onto firma
Visceral pains I hope to fade
Like a funnel forging westward
I’ll step softly on my shade
The ring of new horizons
The place at which I’ll stay
While my nature scampishly calls
“Ever bleak so run away!”
Make me laugh and love my good
Interactions  misunderstood I warmly live within our woods with moon white nights forever dancing with decay.