Se-Pa-Ra-Ted Se-Co-Nds

The hordes of defection await Obscurity indulges their silence Abruptly, I am lost within my own recollection Feverishly trying other hearts My brain seizes its choler It bathes in the solace of grief Disgruntled, I await ambition Deciphering each notion, towards alienation The separated seconds loathe me I fall between my somber thoughts Deserted, my will vexes me As I tumble into oblivion I am at a loss of words and will-- This silence drifts into my mind I conjure a pool of empathy [Pretending that I am no different] My demons bathe under my skin For, my heart is their tyrant-- I am persecuted by my vacant will With-held from my embittered perception...