Senses are an illusion.
The mind plays slatternly tricks.
We;
the people.
Nothing but puppets;
in the Master's hands.
Enduring Agony.
Blood;
On your hands
Close.
Close your eyes.
And dream of another land.
Brimming with tenderness;
Conciliate
Soon;
Snapped back to Reality;
an instance
Back;
a world of enmity;
Cruelty.
It's OKAY
Were just FINE.
Secretly;
Rotting away;
In time.
