The Lure of Society's Ills
A creature lurks with a formidable eye
using bright color as a disguise
the sting of the fire breathing mastadon
seals the fate of a life gone wrong
Demonic pleasures to be obtained
through taboo-stricken means
and the real scheme being
there's such pleasure to be gained
Larger doses surrender you faster
numb and quell, but quickley to pass
spinning the charms of cursed masters
who seldom watch the hourglass
The excitement woos, enticing your will
now duped, you believe the feeling is real
black widows with venom bring darkness near
into the solemn night, no soft voices here
Intoxication weave's it's heavy glow
as you slither away with no one in tow
going...going...a long way to go,
trapped in time's disturbing woe
under the midnight mural
Karen anglesey 12/22/02
Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013
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