well, I needed to rewrite this march so that it would fit the music better, I think the result is about okay,5....


Marching to the beat of a broken drum (slightly improved version)



you're september repeating
hellfire kindly heating
this frozen clown

a burning sun
that will not
go down

I'm your viral messiah
a circus pariah
I'll save you from drowning
and set you on fire

a burning flag of Hope that I proudly wave
I'm the light of your darkness, your master and slave
foul, forgetful, decayed and demented
say what I've done and I will repent it

my feet are rotten and covered in blood
I am what I am, and I am what you're not
amusing, confusing, wisely absurd
a poem never written, a song never heard

but now the time has come,
a seal now broken, a deed now done
I march through the Great Nothing, an army of one
I march to the beat of a broken drum
I march on, under your sun

I know who to blame, I know who you are
you're the dawn to my dusk
you're just another scar

accursed fate
in love or hate
my fiendish maiden to forgive
a circus life I'm doomed to live





Poetry by Michael Dyst
Read 726 times
Written on 2008-03-13 at 15:58

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