"The Death of a Swine"
By VCW
1960's
A man in white above the abyss of the darkest nights
Drowning in the agony of poison from colored lights
Lights like gas, in shades of death, intertwining through his head
His tormented face twisted in screams of silence from the dead
A voice cries from within, "Open your eyes, you stupid swine,
Open your eyes and free this thing that smothers your peace of mind."
The man in white, eyes still pressed shut, facing the end of breath
Still gasps in vain, for the muddy light, which is his gas of death
The pores of his mind clogged with foggy colored lights of lies
His blind mind cannot breath, as he struggles for truth as he dies
His voice from within the dark abyss, called him by right name
And any mind that accepts all beliefs, is in truth the same
NOTE:
As do many others, I believe that the death of one thing is usually the birth of another. Many times old ideas and dreams must die so that we can awaken to something greater, but many of us seem to struggle to hold on to our personal poison as long as we can.
