New Day

Every new day
It all starts to make so much less sense
A little bit crazier
Meanings become more obscure
Violence and cruelty beyond reproach
They never seem to cease
Only seemingly getting far worse
Every new day

Every new day
I want to shut out all of the noise
And pretend its all quiet
Or that it can be one day
I hear no more sweet songs floating through the air
Replaced by vengeful cries
For even more bloodshed to be had
Every new day

Every new day
We grow heartless in our endeavors
Destruction seems the path
We’re determined to follow
I escape in drivel to render it null
Hoping we’ll see the light
Fearing no help for the window’s son
Every new day

Will there be a new day?

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig


Inner Sanctum

There’s a door to the sanctum where inspiration is bled from me
It used to be easy to find
Even when there wasn’t a sign
But now it lies buried in distant memories
Of days past that shall never be

There’s a longing in my heart where emotion once roamed free
It may never live there again
Except in deep desperation
And uncovered in the darkest of times
But the desirous will never see

There’s a chasm inside my soul where temptation used to be
It’s hidden by a dark gray line
Buried in the depths of time
With remnants of what has forever been lost
And what is for all eternity meant to be

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig