Blasted and blunded to chaos Such sorry scenery A tangle of irony A web of alluring duplicity
Waiting and beckoning Preying in the wings Damaging and incoherent Laughing in your face then And grief it seems to scar so into blue distance
Poising Ready Yet again Again
Fracturing eyeless unseeing Emptying hideously Riding an animal hatred A deadweighted misery Deliberate Crushing cursing making you pretend Forcing such a numb and wasting path for you to blithely tread And, grief seems scar so into blue distance Rubbing you Stealing you Yet again Yet again