Grinder

1.

The hour of darkness the sudden pains urge;

watching the paint dry covered in white noise.

Going back to the grind, eyes on my sassy poise;

when the temper flatters into tempest surge…

2.

Living a life on the edge then the sorrow verges;

happy faces and smalltalk like pantomimes guise.

Some kids are bluffing then I am on a raise…

but the lot was cast in a split-pot – no options emerges!

3.

As the maddened dream in its nightmares arch;

the eyes grow dim and the mind reeks in a haze.

Lets chase for the dragon and forget the world in a blaze;

the white rabbit got slaughtered and the forks are on a march…

4.

There to cut it and peace together the cake in a barge;

the bargain is struck in motionless laze.

Who is the hangman, the reaper, the wise;

emperor, star, the lovers merge..?

5.

Grinding the tempts of cunning search;

the wild hunt is on, the prey is on amazed.

Like a pork-chop on a poker, engraved with a lace;

waiting for the party to host alien mercs...