"Insignia"

"Insignia"

The wall is green. 

Can't color your anger illness.
No condition for listless demeanor.
Sweet dreamer of sabotage
secluded in camouflage
haunted by your own shortcomings.
Accountability that of foreign plains
you'd never claim to tread.
Would count the times instead
of even the most obvious of blessings.
Dressing up before facing a world
of those who look past blush and curls
for some semblance of inner beauty.
Their favor you desire
yet you let the worst transpire
before those who bear no notice. 

The depth of your spite.
Contrite never.
Only clever in your calmer musings.
Perceived yourself confusing
when engaged in internal conflict.
Coupled leisure time with
thoughts of how to keep them in the barrel.
The mind surely travels far
for what it stands to gain little of.
Lust for love
with no means of gain. 

Just blame. 

A name etched into the green
clean across the room from you.
Grievance all that you implore.
Those concerned ask for more
but "they don't understand." 

Do they? 

Who knew they had to, honestly? 

Their daydreams of grandeur
you dismiss as blasphemous idolatry
until your chance at such is revealed.
Filled with emotions as thick as potion
climbing up beneath your chin,
drying up from deep within.
No lotion to greet the skin. 

Tie them up to watch them faint.
Line them up and make it quaint.
Cleanest halls you wish to taint.
Washed the walls but not the paint.
Sit there lonesome over dinner.
Quash the Saint. Embrace the Sinner.
Spinner of dark thoughts purported
to the point of true importance. 

Vengeful actions ill advised.
Will to wade beneath the eyes
of bound and broken, desperate cries
in some sick plot to realize
that misery and singularity
are non-productive forms of therapy.
The cost of clarity too steep.
You wash your face with tears they weep

and still can't get rid of the stains.
Guilt rests deep within your pores
to the point where you make sure
that the wall isn't green anymore. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz 

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