Lilies perish too
Raving madness, dusk till Dawn,
Same old disguises, we all choose favourites.
Black and White pallettes, much like chess boards of array,
Aged faces all over, tainted souls soiree,
Darkness dampens my essence, how familiar this dehiscence,
Catapult me to distant ages, a collective inane adage.
Behemoth, the lake of unsavoured flavours, peculiar is this facet,
yet all I see are sages, ironic, oddity is the only comparative,
This Marsh, my mind, fettered, uncalibrated, runs wild as I fester.
Grim these days are, with none to blame,
long are these parades, truly never ending charades.