A Crows Heart Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

To some the task might seem daunting.
To some the task might seem haunting.
Words drip on to this piece paper with an iron clasp.
A casket to be nailed fast.
A forevermore that lacks the lore.
A tale to lead, and desination to follow.
A spun yarn that has become a tangled up mess.
I must confess in the years to come it was not what I had expected.
In the given light, a map drawn up must have some kind of solid foundation.
Not so fluid, please not so fluid, for the course we do have yet to sail.
And it will be directly to hell if we're not ever so carful.
A mouth sewn shut gasping for one last breath.
Senseless are the ambitions in both life and death.
I'm always sorrounded by the sounds of my own symphony of maddness.
No clarity in what any of us seek.
For the eyes can be glued open and still there is nothing left too see.
An emptiness in the tastless distain of the human heart.
Retched thing, so attached to its own misery and pain.
Gives you a million what ifs too test your limits of sanity, then expects you pick and choose.
Like you have nothing to lose.
The prize found in a cracker jack box.
Just shake it and tell me if you can hear it.
A promise of fortunes at a price that is way too steep.
A castle that becomes your own prison.
Your very own vision creates the an unparallel division.
Mounting decisions, did you remember to press play?
An alter ego that begins to seperate, but that can't be, it just can't.
Dreams of impossibility in the desert of futilty.
Just give me an oasis, a temporary blissfulness of a sorry sad state of existance.
To describe the place where I rest my head, is too dig in the dirt and say right there.
It is the same place where one is too look for buried treasure.
But there is no map, there is no guide, there is no worn out path.
All there is, is decaying roots trying to hold on to something that should been let go of a very long time ago.
Get out a measuring stick and lets measure it.
Trust me when I say you don't have one long enough.
Let all my exaggerations, give you insight into my exacerbation.
A fastening state in which I not sure if anyone can relate.