the illusion

hopeless possession

captured experience

leaving these visions

symbols walk and breath

the quality of life will rust

tonight their bodies poured out over the the fire of the thing we titled Living

the illusion

the burning judge

passion for the eve

crackling confessions

silently meeting fools

another word will always

breed dissonance

the illusion

the dull complacency

the same conclusive answer

this world, an unusual phenomenon

the abyss we inhabit spiraling as we embrace the void devoid of inhibition

the illusion

will we ever awake?