Cusp

Caught in a tide of raving acclaim
Lest you be fretting over me,
Assure you, I don't desire fame,
Oh, but how do I part with destiny

Coming from a void of aberration
Within worlds of empty travesty,
The pursuit of superior aspiration
Never sounded like a symphony

Yet I wander over transient yonder,
Trying to unravel this looming tragedy
Sordid, they struggle to buckle under,
As the thunders whisper of blasphemy

But never in blood nor in bond
Did I vow to this cynical divinity
Was it God who had me conned
Or was it my underlying malignity

This is not a contract for my sake,
Doom dwells to make me regret
Through my chest, will spears rake
Or will it be a date with you till sunset?

To a distant memory be it may
Trying at my best to mend,
Frigid remorse takes me at bay
Which I ponder till my end...