Hook in Gullet

[BreakCanon]

The hook buried in my gullet tears my esophagus,
A fish in a sea composed of myriad underlings,
Whose fate is to fall victim to some wayward prophet,
I’ve been dragged out of my abode to become another creature’s feast,
But I will not go quietly and kiss at their feet,
Nor will I fall victim to the habits of the weak,
Even in defeat I am possessed by a mean streak,
Much maligned, yes, but still in my prime,
I’ve dined with the finest the sea has to offer,
Milked their mind dry of all the treasure in their coffers,
I refuse to stop until I am well at rest in my sepulcher.

Deluded into beliefs concerning soothsaying delirium,
A vertigo axis transcends even the most spiritual medium,
Thrown away a most despised seed, now the most inspired,
Once insipid and religious has now been cast into the fire,
My hearts tells me that of all my most despised fates,
The glass-half full mentality has fallen victim to mind-rape,
There is no escape from yourself when self-predation takes place,
Everyone experiences it to some extent, can you relate?
The future is what we make it, but when you fail in your endeavors,
That is when you realize that you are trapped in hell forever,
And no one will be there to save your soul, save yourself,
Work with the cards you were dealt, good or bad,
Because even worst deck of cards has a good hand….

Not quite my expectation, I wander the Earth in limbo,
Fishing my ego out of a sea of Id’s and libido’s,
Everyone has a purpose, or maybe the converse,
Does hell exist, if so where is it our dreams go?

[Prolific_1011]

very nice.

i've never read a verse from you before. keep it up and keep dropping them ill verses.

[BreakCanon]

Thanks a lot Prolific. I have a few more posts around these parts, but they are mostly buried.