Morpheus' Lament [continued]
targets acquired, shark attired
spark spirals in the night
the marksman of minds combines with dark conspirers
call me Darth Virus
my darts are alive, eyes attracted to spinal taps
magnetized, I shine brightly in the tranquil eyes of madness
cry inside, our TVs guide the trials of blackness
their vile lights track our kidz
tribesmen sit back laughin, passive in the passage of time's ticking dragon
their "backwards" innocence is our sadness
another trackless wilderness is cashed in
I am Jack's lack of passion
you all talk while I'm Brad in action
stashes in the attic, handcrafted soaps packaged
explosive chokeholds until bones crack
drop stones on brokebacks
properly honed, poems grow into crops of gold stacks
foes fold under focused attacks
shoulders boulder from the facts' atlas treatment
bronze-skinned demons feast on crabs creepin
savage and evil, I pass peaceful between patches of math dreams