Deep blue denial

Lust, the phantom hand that clipped our wings, cracks a smile as we tumble like raindrops cascading through blankets of nimbostratus clouds, exiled to this rugged stone laden labyrinth We were soaring eagles galloping across the horizon, banished to sprawl these tainted soils as vermin, severed from our celestial fountainhead We are but prey, ensnared in duplicity’s entanglement as where Machiavellian opportunism became our cure to unshackling ourselves from this glassy embroidery binding us captive to this ironclad cage, The earth beneath our feet is a seaborne vessel, a haven where we drape ourselves in chastity’s tattered lilac cloak, for we are conquistadores masquerading as cherubim amidst jolting dead red throbs of nemesis iniquity, drifters without a destination awaiting to be capsized under a liquid rug of deep blue denial