Thy Fool

Thy fool so full of one's self,
Ponders not this life's secrets,
Instead thy fool daydreams,
Whilst the day turns to dusk,

And forth of thine foolish mouth,
Does his empty prayers spill,
Drifting toward a silent sky,
Void of the god he denies,

Shattered shards of human heart,
Embrace the cold decor of hope,
Never shall thy dream awaken,
So long as thy fool slumbers,

For eternity shall thy fool be king,
Within thine own faux world,
Ignorant of that which was forsaken,
Be it thine own sanity or reason,

Lone forth from now til evermore,
Thus as his false reality will be broken,
Still thy fool shall continue smiling,
Whilst his crimson core turns all to ash,

Thine foolish fool devoid of humanity,
Desecrating his last hope in raging fire,
Alone at the brink of destruction,
Thy fool is laughing.

I wrote that entire poem at the spur of the moment, took about 10 minutes....