The Jester

Alone I ponder the thought of life and its meaning, I try to hide and obscure my screaming.

The surface calm and so well composed, conceals the vortex which transpires below.

I reach out of darkness to touch her light, she turns away not breaking her sight.

She has looked beyond and further now, forgotten me, our love, but how?

I can still hear the words she spoke with pins, shall i record to myself to repeat over again?

To replay them through my mind in an attempt to alter, the visage of her who makes me falter.

She makes the quakes increase in strength, threatening to create the skin that breaks.

Breaks the perfect cover, my great facade, jeopordized by her and this grand charade.

Is the thought of her duplicity representative of my insanity, has the plan been started? Is there a plan for me?

The holes are forming I'm breaking through, she laughs it off and hugs a new.

I hear the whispers the split my soul, am I truly the one deserved of this role?

The grandest of gestures for I, the local jester, watch him dance for he can not best her.

They laugh aloud amid common troughs, saying "Look at the man who thought she was bought."

The lips they quiver, the hands they shake, the heart it yearns to feel the stake.

I will end the suffering, and end the pain, feeling is not something i wish for again.

Strip me of this burden, returned to the mold, make my rebirth vile, that of evil, and cold.

A common man, a lair, a cheat, feel for no one beneath the sheets.

Abuse and use for there is no offer, of a man composed of something thoughtful.

Return myself into the black, hardened coal heart, no turning back.

No more shall they laugh when the gaze upon me, jester no more nor shall I ever be.