The Crystal Palace

Agonizing hours blend int days, Morning, noon, and night; Trivial things, mere details, Who spends time thinking about What means nothing to you? Poisonous clouds infect the air, Invading and corroding every Nearby surface, leaving no mistake Of poisons that come in waves, Through tunnels and into dark caverns Stabbing the brain with a bitter, twisted knife. Through adjustable chambers that Penetrate and deliver their unholy burden, Waves of agony and ecstasy burst forth Drawing another sheep into the fold. Through turbulent and raging winds, Passed through beads of glass, Shrouds of tender death Freezing all life it meets into dust. Two shades left of alive With one foot in the grave Staggering up and over again To keep the fire burning still. A mind encased by fetters, A body crippled and broken Keeping the wheel spinning Without ever slowing down.