The landscape is overwhelmingly grey
despite the vivid presence of life
the pinks and whites
all blended into black and grey
barren emotions
dreams laid waste
and he breathes vibrant as the sun
hazel eyes clouded over with anger
subjugation the only route to acceptance
false lamentation of sentiment
wind whips imaginary apologies
as the kettle stirs
and tension rises
anticipation
dissention boils over
not enough to encourage disregard
if I just obey the rules
if they just obey the rules
perhaps this rounded cruelty would cease
and evil might be banished forever
and our wounded land will heal
then the spirit of dreams might return
and hope can again prosper
but what desire of Jekyll and Hyde but to persuade
and then recant
awaiting your internal withdraw
and undeviating submission
to all things he
relegate your smile
cast out concerns of self
pay homage to the proprietor
all due is his just due
set aside your God in his pursuits
for you tarry too long on your knees for visions
the images of expectation for fools
behold this optimism impales you upon his fist
and the lashing of tongue shall not cease
tear drops splash on hands wiped away
honeycomb arsenic-laced affection
death roll
cuddle simulated afterglow