In Extremis

Unworthy sculptors

Poor young knives

They'll do what they're told





Lost

Unwanting



Souls never realized

Still I see the blues in sky

Even in moments of idiocracy

Only to be pierced by statues six feet high

Monuments of mediocrity



Never fully realized

Idols existing

Breathing

Six feet deep

You can cheat, steal, lie, live your life

But you could never be me