Stay Strong Around Here

Be strong like this music,
don’t go beating on rhythms too quick.
Don’t fret and follow the wind.
be easy while knowing the trick.

We are pathogens of failure,
stereotypical logic strings of a faded guitar.
We are weak in the ground
sick whenever our hearts are found.
No love exist in the bedding of our clouds,
suns are illusions of what should be light.
Darkness are us
We are fore’ gone.
We are bed sheets of stained tears
carcasses of undead cravings.
We are bottomless pits of the devil’s stomach.
Gained shades who pretend in colors of grey.
Wherever you find your flesh and your tongue,
be like Samson to Delilah, try and lie.

Be strong like this music,
don’t go beating on rhythms too quick.
Don’t fret and follow the wind.
be easy while knowing the trick

Ruddapoet