Humours I felt there was a melancholic despair that cried out to me from humorous escaped jails In painted frocks rumourous parading shadows laughed in front of me They chanted ringing bells; we are the gleam of heavens’ lore, we are the dreams of what’s fore told, in beats woven when in best rhythms you dream, we creep towards you ever so slow, no matter the chains you never truly want to throw us out hey bang bang till the night wanes the wolves that howl and bane until ur sane or insane . tribal show one isnt born to tame not even for fame, to some it may be all the same but that's not a real game to play , I like to stay in my own way , I say now after living just a tad bit how sweet it is to rest after a long and violent search! I don't need to go to church. God's altar at my window .Thou I wonder, would it be just as sweet if i never knew hell existed without first having out lived it? -Omerta Moll #writer #writtenword #poet #artist #omertamoll