The Disillusioned Hero Reflects

In a puddle of piddle, relaxes the disillusioned hero

refusing to conform to societal delusion.

 

In drunken meditation (clears throat) deep appreciation,

the disillusioned hero sits sipping liquid motivation

loading his weaponry in preparation for societal revelation.

 

Insanity well served on the verge of merging into crazy

sober-hearted, drunk-minded,

flying high courtesy of a time-release.

 

Deep in devastation is a pain all too deep,

running throughout the veins of both sides of his legacy.

His need to purge derives from the urge to retrieve unforgiven memories

 

“The lies they keep is the truth I seek.

Revenge is an apology to a heart afraid to speak.”

 

The disillusioned hero weeps,

drowning himself in a bottle of liquored peach,

the experience he's sown, he's yet to reap

and he's frustrated as hell that his goals aren't reached

so again, he must postpone his speech.

 

The disillusioned hero reflects on the best he's never received,

yet what he possesses he possesses to the extreme...

Thought's of pain, feelings of shame, and a tragic childhood history.

A father as distant as the stars

and a mother who can't find her way through the dark.

 

His illumination is an illusion, a sad reality he takes to heart.

Lack-luster lovin' tears him apart

The closeness distances him further.

 

Sometimes we forget to not take for granted….

What we take for granted, we lose

After we've abused, neglected, and not cherished it.

Deeper into the piss, the disillusioned hero sits,

repenting on neglecting parenting and marriage.

Stepping down instead of up was his best move in a strenuous situation.

Indecisiveness can be a weapon.

 

Confusion.

He's prepared for Armageddon without explanation

Societal delusion, he blames for his transgressions.

 

Each one, teach…

His lesson skipped a mentor.

What meant more was a level of success he could only reach for.

 

Life's given him detours instead of rewards and his efforts to excel continue to be ignored.

 

He's bored.

He pours.

Unscathed and unafraid of society's recourse,

The disillusioned hero awaits his fate full of self-remorse.

His wife rightfully divorced.

 

Delusional to society's delusion,

The disillusioned hero grabs his keys,

Taking one last swallow of liquid peach to grasp the courage that he needs.

 

Today would've been his ending.

But, an empty conscious is what he needed.