Folie a Deux

Gradin foliums.... These Oratorians of self deceit Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted Trying hard to portray, something else And then to justify, this begriming.... Through hollowed and piercing words Projected towards others These prima facia showings Of pretentious light.... Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works Derived from a desire....Beguiled That fills this emptiness The amiss, of their own darkened worlds.... Standing behind the provincial podium Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown" While selling their blood drenched tickets To Apollyon's, never ending curse ..............Folie A Deux.............. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Convention!