Into the blackness..
Static in lies and in facts,
The human condition with knives in our backs,  
A distraction.
The misinformation
An eye for the passion
But lacking in patience,

A sinister force that exhibits extortion illusive and smart
Conducive to art.
Putrid the smog is traversing the dark
Washing our brains
Shrinking our hearts.
Demons will chant over strings of a harp when the genius is sparked
Reaching the end,
Returned to the start..