The Grand Poobah

This life is,

A steady steam of monotone colors,

and mute words uttered,

upon ears that believe what I said was just muttered.



A tragic haze of unspeakable sadness,

and what feels of infinite sorrow,

upon that of my soul that awakes not the next morrow.



A bound ghost of this dark lower plain,

and im trapped here, my Elysian Fields,

upon that, Love; my sword that I had not yet wield.

My life was.



So Nicole worte a really great poem, and then i saw it and felt inspired, and kind of crappily threw one together, As not to feel left out of the poem REVOLUTION!!! -- I said revolution with an awesome french accent, FYI