A dark illusion perfected by fear.
Sacred drops of molasses
softly poison
on our tongues.
Abnegating the harsh
affairs of oneself
by fabricating and editing
protecting and obtaining.
The root destruction
of a great empire.
Rewind and erase our guilt,
Fatten our bland tasteless lives or -
Protect something labyrinthine
that is yet to be understood.

My eyes yearn to close
but my mind always bites me back
to this world.
I want to see you but I can't come naturally
I reached into the drawer
and chose my sword.
I impelled my mind and I slowly
drift away to you.