Losing
Bashed with integrity until all morals are dead,
All the correct-wrong things are always too late said.
Felt with intent of ambient sensation,
Hearing the touch of an abhorrent mutilation.
Draining the sacred value of life through a sippy cup,
Shaken by a Karmic close-up.
Pleading a balance of reason for rhyme,
Hourglass short to empty and wasting infernal time.
Shifted into the eye of the needle,
Judged and damned by all the right people.
Straining to see one last Universal sunrise,
Bleeding hearts causing joyful Angel cries.
Fleeting moments bound to eternity,
Esaed into a false sense of glee.
Soundly imitating a view of the blind,
Waiting patiently for a silent choke hold from behond.
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