Wearing A Ghost Of A Cloak Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A ghost in the attic locked in wooden box with rose covered thorns.
A thousand year old storm.
An ocean tears falls away in the record of repeating early morning.
Fighting against the sentries of monster within.
Trying to stay calm amidst so much rage.
Knowing where the fault lines lie.
An with next earthquake knowing where the land will rise.
No surprise even if and when I die.
Dressing up all fancy in a suit and tie.
Trying to pretend this life just doesn't matter.
But already seeing its outcome.
Like a voice of premonition off it goes say but what if nothing can be done?
Maybe it is time to just run.
Retreat back in the darkness.
The abyss of the unknown.
A world most don't even know.
But I wear it like a cloak.
It protects me from anyone getting close.
Misfortunes everywhere I look.
There is so many out there that are nothing more the pathological crooks.
Stealing at the heavenly price of their own souls.
Reaching out for the last little bit of control.
But all we are doing is digging our own hole.
Little by little.
Just grab a shovel, a stone, and know that your not alone.
No matter how tight the web has been weaved.
The eyes do not deceive in what they have perceived.
There is only retreat among this outright deceit.
Some things can only be blamed on the whole society.
No matter the whom to who of the doing being done.