Lifeless Tree, From Thee I Hang

May not ye fear the evil that I ‘twas made
And to the night, thee I bade
Gentle sir, be what I may
A broken sun of peaceful day

Beaming silence of the night
Screaming children filled with delight
Hatred seething from ill gotten wounds
Another chance, be that it looms

Bickering clouds float by
As the autumn leaf falls and die
Begotten and forgotten are those men
The immortal soul of imaginary zen

Peel back the layers of poetic right
And stare off into the bemused sight
Find not a weakness that is what may
A rotten, stripped piece of decay

Line after line, I learnt not thee
Supported, swing, hanging on the tree
Dedicated, lost, where must I find?
Inane pictures of empty in my mind

Do not thou seek my resolution?
Through the days of seedy pollution
Burn me alive in thous silent tomb
Bring me to injustice and feel my doom

Corrupt the sun, the earth, they sky
Derail the time that was to lie
Unspoken, what may I say to thee?
As I am left hanging on this lifeless tree?

Gilded hope for the forsaken tramp
The skeleton closet, oh so damp
What to say, what to do, what to be
A ripped up corpse that here be me

Hunt down the stars
Fade out the scars
Hold out thou heart
And begin from the start