Isolation

Isolated redemption tempting fates addiction to sampling a selection of seasoned dreams of perfection Hushed whispers of deception silencing the voices of inception leaving barren the fields of conception Slighted hope falling to misconceptions of what it means to find, a forgotten vision of corruption Standing on our hands in abstraction trying to pass as part of this grand contraption Yet lost are we to our own convolutions and alone we stand in our own situation Alone we fall due to our own desperation Afraid to take a hand of desperation Reaching to pull us from destitution we let go of our own constitution And sleep deeply through our own destruction.