Watching over the sheep

Children on a train discussing the purpose of god
Although the journey be short the debate goes on and on
All wars are fought for god, fighting to gain peace
Men dying among other men all searching for release
The more you have the more you want, that is what they claim
Possessions are material, everything's the same
'My soul I've sold to Satan,' the boy cries
'I did it to know my purpose, but I've found that Satan lies.'
Two young boys philosophize the meaning of it all
i sit baring witness and yet i feel so small.
So bright are they, so faithful, so lost among the sheep
But I was never in the flock, in silence alone I weep.

Poem for 2nd assessment

Metaphor

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock is ticking
As the remnants of my mind are slowly dripping
Dripping into what was once called a soul
But now nothing remains but an empty bowl
Eyes bloodstained, hands are shaking
Pain in the chest where my heart is breaking
Feet are cold, gangrene setting in
Cancer eroding what is left of my skin
Perineum severed, guts fallen out
Spleen long dislocated and hanging out of my mouth
Time is moving fast
As my brains become more like my ass
Filled with excrement which occasionally
Spews forth from my mouth
Sending more crap further south
But now you know I’m talking shit
As no doubt you realise I’m full of it
Yes this mental constipation must be
The creation of some inner motivation
To wallow in my own decapitation
Rip my head from my neck and
Stick it up my ass I’m all class
You may think this writing selfish
But really this is just a metaphor
Of internal anguish.