Enclosed But Not Within

So scream me now, this trickery of incarnated soul abuse of the majesty of darkness
Scream stronger so that the unworldly beasts would know of my coming forth by night
Stalking the shadows for a hope of redemption that has since turned sour or rancid at best
On behest of the Higher Power in us all, atheists and agnostics notwithstanding, cheeky but nice

Trust not the power when all the dark faces turned gold from whatever it is that made them cry
For this is not the place to shudder and best the worst of the weather, truthful to the damned
But maybe a white lie of the deepest kind when old habits die hard but never wilted, horrror of horrors
That would suffice perhaps for all acts of the order of chaos that I'm silencing at last while time still moves

Then still maybe my nothingness begets none but thanks to the whirl I'm denting on, derwishes or foolery
Because whatever that cuts straight ahead may not be what is best for all to see when all clothes fall down
But never too shameful to admit of faint narcissism of the dope-fed mongrels dominating the valiant next door
For whatever that is crawling within me is eager to get out but not of the front door, should there be one!

Then whatever it is, pray tell are you feeling of me now, my lilting phonetic divulgence wrapped in dirt?
Mocassins of passion of pain in distension, or maybe the ones wracked in ruins of the stoner be your choice?
To tell the world of this misery of ministry is not the best way to live one's life, trust me its true, but rather
Insert this humour on your dolour when the next you went for a funeral to a friend lost to enmity now okay?

Tightly so whitely then now I must go, departing and depraving so lost in transcendence
But maybe its time I admit to have a weakness? For singled in dissidence of a fire in a dire need to be free?
That no matter what I do there would still be no blessings for the things that I'm supposed to do?
Tone not this monster out for when I leave it be at last, to chances and stances for this place is in dust

So neither do hither or come catch my crying, for I'm never so stopping in my quest of vagary
Offsetting unbetting and this time I must go, so goodbye and farewell, may we never meet again!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011