CAMELOT FANTASIES

Seizing spasms constricting
The voice box
Inability to speak freely
Raspiness of the voice has lowered
A few octaves
Unrecognizble to everyone
Who normally communicates
Pendulum is swinging in its extremes
Guillotine is being struck down
With a heavy blow of finality
Gone are the days of being innocent
Then proven guilty
It appears judgement is at its harshest
Everyone seems to forget
When pointing a finger of blame
Three fingers continue to point towards
The one professing the same blame
Looking in the mirror
Hard to decipher the purity
Of convexed Words
That have forged in fire
A weapon that’s strong & sharp
One that will maim + kill

I’ve missed the sweet sound of the harp
It’s melodious notes soothe
The tension in my heart
Examples of massacres are evident all around us
Hard to decipher
Where the end might be
As well as
When did this all start

~Divine