A Poetic Commentary: Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly

Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly In the Garden of Beasts Series

Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly
In the Garden of Beasts Series

Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly

    isolated on this lonely isle

    filthy, dirty, wretched, and vile

GRAY MATTER

    twas it a matter of conscience?

    how then twas much of me conscious?

encyclopedia of MORALS

    gone over and over and over again

    to this torment shall there be no end?

WHEN BOUNDARIES BETRAY US

    twas never meant to do harm

    must then be taken so by his charm

the year of MAGICAL THINKING

    became a score and two of its dark spell

    secretly keeping in me heart this hell

Our Game

    twas to be so innocent but of course

    yea innocence twas lost through subtle force

I NEVER PROMISED YOU A ROSE GARDEN

    memories forget any pledge be made

    but untold confessions of being afraid

F.I.A.S.C.O

    be tangled in this failure

    abandoned feel and out of favor

Body and Soul

    harm not one without the other

    heal not one without another

A Death of Innocence

    isolated in this lone isle

    must me thoughts and I reconcile