Placebo desolations were lingering in
far flung reserves of blind
                                             conciseness.

Debilitating truths were a shiny pedestal
that hung high like a noose
                                               tempting
Them to climb upon the branches and
                                                  hang silently.  

Like magpies,
shiny things caught their innocence,
like sheep they were herded by a lie
                                     that tasted bitter sweet