The Talk

“The Talk”

My paradise is lost, so in turn, I acclimate to my prison

All this time, there’s a vessel in my life that’s missing

In the crimson cascade I see the world’s parade

These life leeches that help move along the minds decay

An array of souls who mimic all the sights and sounds

Whom altogether, feel alone when the lights go down

If it sounds profound, then I implore you to listen

If nothing, I pray you understand my mission

Tradition hasn’t done much but cause me despair

Single file, down the lonely road of “I don’t care”

Devoid of any hopes, worries, or dreams I walk….

But I hold illusions reality by the seams

The schemes of a foreign mind; a brutal design

A calamity that’s been looted and confused by time

My sanity is slipping, eternity is eating me whole

I need one more moment of levity…to achieve my goals.