Interim Me - Årabrot

By the house and quiet garden

A brook thrusts its waters forth

And the camellia flowers that flow downstream

IS a signal to never drink stolen water

A symbol of red from wealth

A symbol white from loveliness

But each flower a harbinger of calamity

And a forewarning of death

I am an interim me

I skulk around the room of condescension

And I’m hemming and hawing but still finding

Devilish mischief for idle hands

They say dying embers rekindle

In the house by the camellia garden

So please see the flowers down the stream

As a warning signal from an interim me

I am hell-bent on destruction

I feel downed by the underling

And as grime as the runt in the hog house

I feel like an interim me

Hell has no true bottom

Was the mutterings of the old man

All I wished for was them

All to writhe about in pain