Oh this despicable work of mine!
I shall eat the words, the cat, the serpent
swallow, then regurgitate
and set them all aflare.
Wide-eyed and wishful,
Living was vibrant.
They come decent and pure
With good intentions and
oh! virtues galore.
Truth came along
flashing and crashing,
The deception is nauseating.
Lies and deceit glazed with
Promises and dreams.
The revelation set the insides
stupefied 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.
From the exhaustion of it all
is the birth of a dancing Serpent.
Ensuing from acceptance
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