Darkstar

By M. Jay Mansfield

Inside the star of darkness
Lives the hope of hopelessness
Just as in this heartless man…
Beats a hollow heart…

How many wages of sin must I pay…
Without having committed the crime?…
How many days of servitude?…
Should a king provide?…

Why shouldn’t I live my will…
Lord knows I’ve paid…
How can I speak easy…
When my thoughts are all hard…

So many times I’ve crawled through the speculation…
I’ve danced in the cold ring of fire…
Where the silence is deafening…
And all consolations are condemnation….

The forces of life all working for death…
Their lungs empowered by dirt…
They shriek at the man with no ears…
And they beg from the begger's hand…

As I bathe in the rain of rays from above…
My body blisters in rage………
I am the light…
I am the light…

I am the light……
Looking into the sun blinded by the lack light…
I wonder how many days must we suffer…
Living in the light of DarkStar……

© 5-3-03 M. Jay Mansfield