Dreary cocktails of madness,
Slowly dissipating the forms of sanity,
Voice of reason running the jagged halls of reality,
Pondering a miniscule vengance of an ill forgotten past,
Judging the lost creeping through the doors of calamity,
Searching through the pale light for a quick glimpse of loneliness, Only to find tormented leather bound by steel,
Frailty of the mind, wrinkled satin stained by age,
Another sip of mortality, drowning in the angst of fate,
Soon to be a formality, a poetic portrait untamed,
Shackled to the poison bargaining for ones will,
Another try to grasp realities conception,
Only to grope the glass of reason,
A plea for redemption an undaunted task,
A gentle sigh of confusion, left ever wondering...
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