Dichotomic metaphorical on self harm; descending |
As is will be Shall we call this a game of chess? Peeling away the defenses Layer by layer by layer By layer by layer by Layer Until the onion makes you cry Until the little salty trickles Flee your eyes little by little Does it burn as the Tears come seeping out? Does it make you seethe As said tears flit and flicker Just like the wick and wicker - (leaks burn effigy) - When they carve lines about Your face, hon, Can you even breathe? I'd say check mate But, to be honest, I think It's more like checkers, actually, So king me, hon, It ran the gauntlet Jumped hoops And zigged And zagged And made it till the end (Pairing up with mentioned acquaintance) And now they're skipping Hand in hand Between the lines Skipped right back along Running the gauntlet again, They're running again. They're running again They can't even breathe! No time to stop No time to breathe! Time, no time, Nor notion to conceive! We cut time close, I'd say, (But breadth closer yet) Chest is throbbing Wrists are shaking Right in time In time, you see Something just went Through the skin (Deri yoluyla) Somehow, I think This is happening all over again (Oye! Look, I told you The rook just castled And now all the thoughts Have nestled in a corner Underneath a beautiful night) While we're talking about chess [Chess, of course] I think you should know The rook castled To stand in place for the king The rook castled And it took the bishop's lashes It took them for the king. For all its glory For all its might I hate to say, I do! It was a pitiful sight To see the king, there, (Can you see him?) Well, if you missed him, He was whimpering in the corner The corner just over there And the rooks? Boy, the rooks, Now that is a story to tell Battered and bruised, ingloriously, I inform thee that the rooks have fell. More importantly, if they fell, Why! That means they stood, they did! The bore the burden They turned the blows They tread the souls Out of this metaphorical apartheid. Invincible in individuality A touch of sentimentality (It cast the first stone) The first condemned the rest As the bricks fell brick by brick To shatter on the ground below. So, where were we, hmm? The king lay there, miserably (Though he was of notable Fortitude and strength) The king was at his limits He was lying there and gasping In the horrific shock (Oh, the shock!) That his first defenses Had witnessed first defeat. The rooks are gone, we've said. That leaves us under a collective handful Of knights doth closing in (As the bricks fell brick by brick To shatter on the ground below) The nights, as such, came One by one, one then one It is apparent, you see: Where the leaders go, followers follow. The pawns are long gone They went valiantly, I'll say, But of negligble importance. The rooks have recently fallen (So now the bishops are calling) But bishops be damned, I've still got these two knights And an ally in my queen. [hand in hand] and [hand in hand] The knights helped the king Unto his feet, arm in arm They limped back to the corner (To eliminate two directions of threat) As the world came crashing down And the first knight began to falter. The knight was all but palter (Imaginary, per se) But better then most, by far- The best damned knight I ever had. Tendrils of foreboding darkness Come slithering through the windows (Aiming to strangle in the bed Coerce thee to stay asleep Dancing amidst dainty dreams I prefer the waltz, thank you, Dancing amidst dainty dreams). The king is almost alone He's one night away From being so, One night and the queen. But oh! Ye shan't forget the rooks (An act of heroism or lack thereof) He cast the queen away (Go on and save yourself) I hate to utter the words: Check mate. |