
Wide-eyed and buoyant,
Living was vibrant.
They come decent and pure
With good intentions and
oh! virtues galore.
Truth came along
flashing and crashing,
The deception, nauseating.
Lies and deceit glazed with
Promises and dreams.
The revelation set the insides
stupefying to a perpetual scream
Trepidation, Vexed, remorse,
Can I please pick one for the day?
Pick all and make sure they stay
As a bonus, we offer you a malady!
Perception of the world,
Melting, wet and mildewed.
Pulsating bedlam in the head.
The exhaustion of it all
births the dancing Serpent.
Ensuing from acceptance
But alert and in balance.
The cosmos in disarray
Yet the Serpent cautiously sways.
Aware that the dance shall persist
For she knows, within this grand chaos
Lies the dance-floor and the lair.
Triggers: The West is Dead -HMLTD, Summertime – Mareux