Substitution



Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.    

Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!

If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..

Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.

Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.

Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?

"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
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Written on January 20, 2023

Submitted by Sorav on January 22, 2023

Modified by Sorav on January 22, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AAAA BBBB CCCC DXDDD EEX E FFBF
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 990
Words 213
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 5, 3, 1, 4

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  • Symmetry58
    Oh to the hell yes! This is more than mere poetry. I was about singing this one all the way through. The entire piece is screaming to be sung. I particularly like the break below. It's like assessing oneself, then posing a rhetorical question to an admission readily offered in the preceding lines. Of course that's just my take on it. As we know poetry and lyric are there for the distortion and taking by those deciphering either or. All in all, great write here. I can tell you're a lover of music like myself.

    "Taxing are the paths to your way.
    My will's faltering, hope's grey,
    mind's in a state so risqué.

    Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?"
     
    LikeReply1 year ago

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