The Deterioration of Distant Deities In a Vicious Solvent

What do you need? Loneliness Behind your heart’s curtain Standing defiant Kneeling slowly Flowers of hope We have sowed in flesh Withering Under narcissistic necessity In An atmosphere Made for self protection Clouds consisting of consciousness Evaporating Lost like empathy Apocalyptic accusations Fingers of fate pointed Producing Stressful souls Sharp words Rip and tear All meaning That lives When your eyes open Let me burrow To secrets Held so close Gasping for your breath And dying for your life Let me in