When Good Intentions Are Shrouded By Deceit Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Deep within a diseased coagulation's manifestation
Upon an asinine retreat
One runs backwards through sublime
Sticking needles onto smiling faces
Maddening them till they have overcompensating expressions
As the world cheers on with oblivious dysphoria

Masks are so common
When nailed to the faces of denial
Skin for the price of a façade's overindulgence of beauty
Pretending everything is going to be alright
Alright, What is wrong?

A disillusioned heart used by a sleazy articulated mind
Across the barren wastelands of false pretences

Smile for the camera
Face broken by mankind's disease
Chopping apart each will to live
Living in death, gullible souls deceived

Flesh is God
To this enchanted delusion
Bereavement, A menace's nostalgia
Preying on fairy tale destinations

And the Masters influence the Servants
So they can leave others in disarray
Coveting the warmth for themselves
So the slaves can be frozen in thought
Deep into a mental blizzard of an artic shoulder's dismay

So I have to ask,
What is the logic of this?

Jumbling thoughts striving to be reprieved
As the subjects have no need to retreat
So where does that leave confusion?
Loved for the punishment it gives

And those who proclaim to hate the drama
Are those who always makes it stronger
In the ire of a self provoking madness
Empowering the gullibility of their own grief
And they say I am the one not to be trusted
I guess it's too late for them to believe

Tell me, What do you, Sea?