Run

Run 

We will walk to the depths of eternity,
our visage bruised and brown.
A medley of alluring anguish draws us to
the basic brink of life,
institutionalized by inhabitants of virtue
or so they say...

Muddled, muddy days form a maslin
while the swift days are soon forgotten
and the bleak cloud hangs heavy
like tar clinging to the sole
screaming with each searing step.

We derive what we know from vision,
our eyes are scavengers and vultures.
We look to others, but see just a veil,
mystery, majesty, and malice lurking beneath.

So we make an alliance and agree to parley 
for only then can we truly play
our gray cards of life.

On and on and on and on
invigoration guides our grotesque spirits

to feed the flames of absolute oblivion. 

April 27, 2014

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