Saw through the night with two black eyes
The velvet curtain cloaking crime
Dark angels who have shed their wings
Exchanging them for fashioned horns
Deception rings, familiar chimes
The witching hour has arrived
As shameless masquerading murderous
Men attend to spread revenge
Suffocation falls like fog
Around us all, it stalls the senses
Projecting false fanatic hope
The drunks will cope but fail to mention
Fortresses they built to last
That crumbled at the feet of failure
The sympathizing ears of strangers
Who listen to barstool lament
The bartender is heaven sent
A buoy in a sea of fools
Left bobbing in broad waters of
Potential meant for so much more
Harbored efforts flail undaunted
Cynicism wins again
As those who have nothing to lose
Pretend they choose conduced dissention
Forever starts with but a kiss
Upon the lips of diamond minutes
A heavy cost for hours lost
Ascribing time’s foreboding tread
The cure for countless casualties
Is Sweden in the summertime
Her subsequent and unassuming streets
Produce desired forgetting
Blameless setting, liberal rule
Induced by seduced sun-drenched leisure
Situation overdrive
The blood of Christ which blinds the eye
Imagine if true love could bind
The hate contrived inside mankind
Effrontery, ribald Charybdis
Devouring non-conformity
Fraudulent, splenetic bids
To buy beach front oblivion
Indecorous curvatures
The crux of earthworm earnestness
Garland laced loquacity
Upon the grave inscription reads:
To Whom It May Concern
Farewell to thee my burdens lain.
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