Sojourning in an insanity
inside a desecrated world,
Hording on the unraveling truth that never satisfies,
to only offer us a glimpse
of what we truly we will never have...
...Death is creepy,
for it sheds our innocence
and shields us from the light of deliverance,
that veils our imperfections
in a delight of summer that never shades...
Perfection is attainable in the air,
for our dreams are vexed, and hoisted
on a purge of madness that reigns in a wonton of guilt,
but never soothes and leaves us betrayed,
as the world caresses our never ending dissatisfaction
on a fantasy of dreams
Worlds collide on a panel of unison,
as the gallows swirl upside down
inside a maze of judgment,
that condemns on a whirl of contempt,
delving into a labyrinth of sin,
and glooms on the absolute doom that follows
Love fails to intercede in between the hours,
as displaced citizens run a mock on a carnage of horrors;
for sorrows eager to borrow on the Eye of Horus
that forsakes all epiphany in an hourglass of time