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::: In a Mind of Glass :::

Sadomasochists praying to their god of pleasure
Entering mazes of fallen rice and bread
Bursting in like an unreal existence
Prying into impossibility as much as
Cockroaches buoyant to reaching an end
Speculating for the nearest way of the farthest exit
While fascination desires my death
Obsession requires my dignity
Since broken compasses of an anatomic symphony
Insist in my insatisfaction,
Forks and knives stand to the guard
Of destructive hearts
Meaning well yet squeamishly
Leading to perfection
Black and purple ice killing its will to live
With SEX roaming its air, its wind
Which conserves it and melts its dreams
Water sings her victory
And the ice remains ice for being different.
Gems inside caverns desired by wise men
Who cease to admit their feelings
Giving in to homosexuality
While cynically looking for utopia
Ironically changing the world
When all that changes is themselves
Observing past meaningful hours
Contemplating their temples
While nothing awaits there awakening
Except for me.
Falling away- darkening- crimpling-
Rotting- putrefactive souls!
Leaves from rising angels falling away.
Converting into demons of the flesh
And all revoltingly welding into a
Passionate night of desire and confusion
Pain and pleasure
Violence and Chants
All resulting in intelligent mediocrity
Horrifying beauty
Humble pride
Feminist chauvinism
A religious atheist
And talented vegetable
Carefully conforming
A defiant song of
Impossible to understand temptation.

Written by: ~ Chris P