D Y S T O P I A

[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.] [“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”] [Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my solemn cries.] [“A fate of malevolence albeit conduct--oh, love, abhor, equity seldom be attained.“] [Is it merely viable?] [“Or am I just simply insensate?”] [Ah, break me free of the binding chains-- one of rectitude, the other loathe, as if there’s no point in between.] [“Told of finding peace, tempted to defile, disequilibrium.”] [Why serenity remain beyond touch?] [“Is it plausible to grasp?”] A fate of dystopia.