I'm in the murky place
Between two warring worlds
Blind to the beauty blurred
By swirling milky words

I see your catacombs
Cemented single minds
Feel crumbling rockiness
As cracks create the ground

Recalled a certain thrill          
At hate for a hypocrisy        
A smirk for sacrilege          

And wonder all along            
It's just the pluck of memory
A thread of this in me            

A narrow path is mine  
In rows of dolls, they string in line
No righteous face in time

Winter's sky
In green July
Quite the con-
trasting delight

Let there be noise
Explosions bled
Great cocophony
Inside my head

Drown the voice
Blissful hush!
Timorous absence
Muffled drums

For fear! It's pause...
Unpresent thoughts
They're rushing back
They crush and clot