Responsibility starves ,
The naked trails that inspiration carves.
Solitude, my fortitude,
Locked away with my creation.
It breathes , it evolves
The devil dissolves.
At play in the mind,
All you are, afraid to find.
Tenacious truths sweating on my brow
I think the darkness needs to go now.
The return, as all is purged and new pastures parade propaganda
Through my solace I shall meander