All hail to the pyrrhic vitriol.
Invest in the injection of independent venom.
A high’s temporary grace in bitten ankles,
breaking the arms of armistice in bombshell declarations.
Arguments versus the severity of uncertainty,
imbalanced by bridge diving ideals.
All thanks to the victory of circumstances,
Appeased to the inglorious made glorious.
Induced into be the imaginary reality
where harm relapses are the savior kings.
Cede away the necessary corners to imperial greed,
the self deconstructed imprecisely.
Away to the current light of day.
In slumber now inside the drugged past,
prancing about dreamscapes alien to actuality;
a happy factory prison given false meaning
in the decaying light of dead calendar years,
the best parts repeated to ignore the faults.
Amen cried for the scrawled trails.
Deliverance arrives accelerated beyond time.
Purpose is a six-foot ditch of unmarked renown.
Understanding comes through necessary silence.
Continuation be met with conclusion.
The self destroyed quietly.
( ❤ Mitch)