Damned Festering Curiosity
A festering curiosity… not a broken soul,
Her crush deludes me, eyes destined to look and blend.
Fevered penance – Organized trip
Plummeting into an alley of dreams and haunted scapes.
Whose darkened reflection illicits punitive freedom at such an awesome price,
Delinquently, Aged, and Intending?
I stare with contempt, condemningly, intently, and the rage envelopes accordingly,
And the light discontinues…
Upstairs the shade skims and darts, tearing the vinyl,
Offing the current of fresh air called sanity with a polluted cause and befouled effect…
Such a festering curiosity.