Sewing Seed

Who am I but a speck among the tide of man.
An animal crippled by the inflictions life has given me
I idly pretend that I have free will,
But truly a marrionette- a toy to be tossed for a child of glee

Why do you judge yourself as insignificant among the corn
Truly depression is your home-
Come out, rabbit from your hiding hole; let me burn
the white washed sheet of fear, that cover the change.

I am prepared, scythe cut me from my prime
Free will... Truly a funny notion
Only in death, can we truly use it.
Poke me, master, your laughter is my potion.

Truly you jest, forget a man prisoner to his own creation
Calling him God- to ease the poisons stirred by his own imaginations
I pity you! doubt has become your elaborate downfall- summation-
You've created your own seed, which has grown to a tapestry.

I cannot change, man! How can you sew together scarred flesh
Prodded by the fates, followed by madness...You can never understand
Allow me to refresh the sin, let Ganesh- bringer of beginnings
Brand me as a cow- let me start anew; to fall from air to land.

Resetting the past, let the future spit in your face
You truly not worth, to be called human...
How can you erase, that which is rightfully yours!
Treating it like a chore, living undead waiting for death at his door...

Enough! body of mine...trembles yet heeds at my mind's command
Goodbye

A poor fool...Truly poor, his bloods weeps as they slowly die
Goodbye my friend! A prayer as a coin, it ends with a sigh..