Long Dive ~ Philip Brent

Sad to say, you’ll wonder, the prince of darkness has lost his place
The world outside informs me the king of darkness wears that face

Or is only me who is lost, despite the daily horrors we are shown
Only me and only I who believes that humanity’s sanity has flown

Choices and choices upon choices, so that we can pick our poison
Greedy gluttony dulls our senses, no matter which sense is chosen

Or black ink from a tainted needle scratching some obscene image
A mask worn by every saint and sinner, a claimed or denied visage

Original or purloined words, that may be simple or overly complex
Write that we must change the answer; it’s more than drink and sex

Still, I‘m but a prophet, scraggly, old, long of tooth and long of beard
Screams of hope, drowned by the noises of everything you’ve feared

All the many isms and all the other narrow words that end with an S
Hissing like the gas into your chamber, it’s you it’s longing to possess

Till then I can only try to continue to attune with all cosmic energies
Do my utmost to change the music, while I’m searching for the keys