Sedated Hope

The age of premonition and belief in false speculations… A firm believer of the grace now devoted to inelegance… All it stated was an untainted fib… Darkened fiend now restive within… Falling by the force of an ill-defined revelation… Swimming through cadavers of lies… Illusive delusions cast before my perception… All hopes are sedated by my hands… Sheer inanity I commit exhibiting my buoyant stance… Imperceptible shadows ridicule a common jest… And those divine shall affix to fantasizing… …As the rest battle with a fettered fiend within… Sightlessly chose to pursue the affectionate call… Veracity being a neglected constituent… Sedated hope – call of the day… …As aspiration thaws endlessly to oblivion… Hope tends to soar higher by the progress of the seconds… Peak exists for all which tends to be limitless… Crash the new-born hope which unites with obscurity… A premature plummet is beneficial to the torn essence… A moon once elegant now darkened by the malevolent night… Haunted by the iniquity ever so fervent… And I run towards that which proffers solace… Hands of murder soaked in the blackest blood… The despaired yearning silently for another sunrise… Darkened soul haunted by notions of a dim collapse… Equipped with a blade ever so assertive… The green earth now stained with blood of the fallen… And desires for that which lies in the other realm… …Endlessly distant from the dream which was once breathing… Attempting to never dream for the unattainable… Sedated hope – call of the day…