Rhythym

Impecably impertinent

Unfathomably incorrect

Flawless in injustice

Promptly indirect

Figuratively wonderful

Theatrically improbable

The saint that met the sinner

The angel of the devil himself

The death of a life never started

The birth of a death oh so new

Practicality unspoken of nightmares

Dreams of unwishable fears

Nightly terrors of daylight

Darkened power of evil

Shining in black and white

Fading out to myriad lights

Killing the soft sound of the innocent

Burning the ashes of the grave holders

Completing a rhythm that never ends.

Serenity

The equity spills at the chorus
The journal with rough edges and tears
The neverending sound of cadence
Believing in things not quite there

Enjoying the beauty in sorrow
The book full of spirits despise
That perfect definition thereof
Of that quiet, cold summer's night.

And in essence a face not quite tormented
Yet in entirety pours out the soul
Who are we just to judge without knowing?
Yet to know is to Big Brother's fold.

In obscurity creeping minds wonder
The obsolete completeness of faith
For the surely without a doubt broken
Grasp on to some things better left unknown.