A Cruel Gepetto

Titters over the ghastly halls of his life

Promoting and creating

His half done marvels

Designing his amputated children

Sketching his stillborn glory

Haunted archetype

Just half human

One more blind ghost

Constructing himself into

A comical hallucination

A chimeric dream

Fortress erected

Of shards of his bones

Where he can surround himself

With the false peace

And the empty frames

Of his shallow deep aspirations

Where lingers his half done history

Half lived loves

Half forgiven grievances

Like a barren All Father

Stubborn and stupid

Lets himself be hanged

By the Incomplete

Feeding off on his own hands

Gurgling in the soup

Of his diluted talents

While insidious ghouls hover

Fattening off his marrow

Meticulously dropping in his milky eyes

The nightly collirium of deliriousness

Broken clock

In hopes the time would stop

But the earth spins

And all that he loves lives on

While he sinks to his chin

Watching only the feet

Of those who chose to live

Still time Chronus

Pusillanimous father

Traps me in his belly

Making me grow in the dim halls

Of his casket-body

While the mountain size entity

Rots in permissiveness

Why Old Man won't you let

Your wooden child live?

Oh, weird moral

I'm just done with it,

I killed the old in me,

I desecrated the bed

Where he was bound

I'm ready to walk

I'm even ready to shine

But his giant corpse drags behind