Twisted Defeat

Soundless words gather in the mist of your ever-changing stature Contorting banter smothers the landscape of your toil Your soul is defined through pillage of thought and pleasure Whispers and taunts explode without truth Circling the antics of foolish affairs Your respect stains below wicked feet Gnawing the attentive to reap consideration of being great Your masquerade was open to me Groping the passive nature from within Accepting the ignorance of others Clutching the fight for happiness Insubordinate dupe your talent is lacked Gather your forces I am not coming back