Favor

A conjunction of interests fills the hallow cries of the pleading Dissonant voices squall the eerie tendrils of agony as if the windswept heath adjourns its decay Degenerate efforts subdue the coexistence of love and hate Concupiscence unsheathes its weary self and cascades into the malevolent maelstrom But all is silent in my asylum of thoughts Shrieks never seemed as beautiful as the dawn disappears Lethargic moans jolt my consciousness Light has never been so bright except in the midst of darkness It was the best dream I ever had The problem was; it was only a dream