Thursday, March 17, 2011

An Ode to the Man in the Black Suit

Bewildering blunders and beautiful lies
It's the manifestation of the sadist in disguise
The man in the black watches me with glee
It was so clear, only I couldn't see

Follows me my shadow, it's actually he
A bit of floridity, Insanity overflows the levee
Consumes the lands that were once so fecund
The master of theatrics, this ruthless fiend

He strikes upon me, next it could be thee
It's his discretion, but he doesn't like to be free
Saved from the scaffold at the eleventh hour
The warmth of the early morning Sun I now devour!