i golem

in all the rough words that seem like blood...
some kinda words that don't fear...
was all for nothing you can understand...
for its too deep of you...

unfiltered idiot

too much words for an idiot...
love or hate couldn't be a truth...
but some confusion that's indifferent to truth...
is all the wage given as a saint...
but not always requested...

some solice

of all the words that stop the world...
they are something like stupidity...
without riches that pay more a few lives daily wages...
even for all the grand words...
all that can be guaranteed is the plebeian life...
for all that expected isn't from the words I speak...

Mind games

I know where all the pieces are on the board...
But for my piece, I am not to have anothers fate...
If what is to be given to me is the same...
I give only to me and walk away into something else...
Because there are so many moves before I'm lost...
Stuck to the bidding of a weak game...
I will find my own answers...