Commotion of Emotions

Long had rode the Knight, Forever strong; never weak. Saddles and bridles shining bright, On a horse that every prince would seek. Her black armour glistening in sunlight, Carried by the epitome of lust - The dark horse, the epicentre of fright, So loved, when hated be it must! Whenever the rider rode past, Forests or villages or seas; Her curse held her mark, All life hid in the following breeze. But when she finally arrived, And called out his name, 'It cannot be death', he surmised - Hallucinations should take the blame Then again a whisper coarse, He looked around in fret; A majestic lady on her horse - How could such beauty be death? 'But it is not time!' 'There's too much left' he said What is work; what is time? All of life awaits death. Not your actions not your words, Would matter where I take you. You'll see how life is absurd, How its only made to break you. Enchant

I heard a knock, And you did too; I crawled through the floor, Why didn't you? I opened the door, No one to see; I heard you laugh, At my misery. I saw the words, You read them too, I climbed aboard, You left for good! All is to say - There's a voice in my head, But it's not me, I stand in the open, But I'm not free, And its guided, Not by senses or belief, But pain and misery! The root of all evil, The shoot of all love; Running generations through nations, Only thin wood up above. The ability to exploit, It knows not what it wants; Steering through dilemmas, Its a pleasure - to hunt! It calls you a hero, The saviour of the ones; Then stabs you in the back, And laughs as you stand stunned. All is to say - Loot, money or fame, Is the same - to blame Through tantrums and trains And all of your right, Leaves you in the fight, Fuelled by the voice, And its flight! And