Lost in Reality

Love, hate
Fight, peace
Decease.
We create
Much pain
Hard reign
Closed gate.

I seek only
For true freedom
Free from Edom
It is lonely
Locked in my head
I might be dead
Or just stony.

Skulls stare only too hard
No soul, no mind to think
Itself out of it stink.
To the sane, i regard
I’m mostly out too wild
Too hard to be beguiled
Soft enough to stay guard.

The gates of hell are wild open
Demons are flying in from earth
Man’s life has very little worth
It seems the good days are frozen
The peace have shopped for us the fights
With open arms, the heart delights
at all the golden rules broken.

Victor Oyedele