Made of stone

How do you know what I believe in?
What do you know of me?
what do you know of all the things I feel?
you're only made of stone
who is it that you see?
instead of seeing what I am for real
this twisted flesh and bone?

you're a liar!
with every new excuse you try out
you only make me want to cry out:
"would that I were
made of stone like you"

you give such good advice
so why has not one sinle word you've said
been any help at all?

and you who sound so nice
the more your dreams and fancies fill my head
the further that I fall
shut my brain down!
If i were senseless, I'd prefer it
another gargoyle in this turret
spitting rain down to the stones below
I've wasted my faith
believing in saints of plaster
but the only one worth
believing in was my master
he's the one who never lied
he told me it was cruel outside
he told me how i had to hide
his words were cold as stone
but they were true
not like you
take all the dreams you've sown
take all your lies
and leave me alone!

And now I'm on my own
never again to wonder what's "out there"
let it remain unknown
and my one human eye
will evermore be dry
until the day I die
as if I
were made of stone!

Jan 1, 2020

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  • Jabber jabber jabber
    Look I made poetry
    God, I am so deep

    Save the pretentiousness for Facebook
    Go slash your wrists, God commands it

    Boop boop ba-doop

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