You are a soothe to noise,
Yet, they persist in hunting you down, cursing you, brandishing their pitchforks,
Engraved with your name.
Mayhem creeps upon you every day. They revel in hating you,
And you cheer within yourself,
Worn out, longing to cleanse yourself. Every night, everything is awake,
Your fear, their words,
Your deadly wishes are their happiest desires.
They bear it with a badge and honor,
You run to find the best hiding place,
How could you when they all haunt you? They never left you.
You're never truly alone, even though you are.
No matter how hard you try to stay hidden,
You're still a whisper on the towns gossip's tongue.
They still see you, and you know it.
You're always on the lookout.
Don't know what they'll do.
You try to pretend you're treasure,
Hidden with false grace,
You're just a dead man walking instead.
A bounty on your head,
You want to stay away from the light, but you're a host of eyes.

What they do,
They don't know you're writing your elegy.
The worth of your words,
You take them for what they are, Polished and glistening,
Oh, how beautiful it sounds.
Beneath it all,
It's so treacherous,
It has surfaces that graze you,
'Graze' was a soft word for it.
Took their hones,
It was fate, of your epitaph.
Your burial hymn,
Is their chant,
The tears that drop,
They're celebrating,
Your past pleas were prayers answered.

© Alex M.