Between The Vanished Lines Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Dull eyes are fraught with a terror
At the debacle unfolding inside
Never glance away from a mirror
Raw doppelganger declining to hide

As the soul douses one depraved
Bubbling beneath the surface within
There's a bath for all the unsaved
Wallowing gleefully in filth and sin

Till all which was free and wholesome
Untimely decays to person unknown
Evolving to something loathsome
No virtuous childhood could have shown.