Prometheus 2014

                       Prometheus, 2014




                    Mercurial narcosis condemns my fantasy
                    leaving me with little but the truth
                    what fool am I just born to die without a prayer to speak?
                    nothing but an echo of my youth

                    razor love has left me blind and chained within my heart
                    groveling for scraps of human sin
                    a paraplegic acrobat despising baptist nets
                    that span the pit he wants to fall within

                    duplicitous bureaucracy exterminates the boy
                    that used to be while challenging the man
                    to sacrifice his paradise with socialistic grace
                    for no good reason he can understand

                    serpentine society beguiles the common fool
                    with plastic dolls and music of the night
                    but tears away his dignity like pulling wings off flies
                    leaving him to contemplate his plight

                    what dreams are real?  what hope is true?  what innocence survives?
                    questions shred the hymen of the brain
                    I may be you, but are you me, and will we both parade
                    our misery through streets that are insane?

                    with un-dead eyes and stony heart I dance with shiny dolls
                    to symphonies of darkness 'til the dawn
                    ever-knowing that my fate was sealed before my birth
                    and that I am no more than just a pawn


                    C.  Lon  R.  Bruso
                 

                    

                    
                    
                    

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