I drank my poison quietly in the recesses of reality
Spinning ever spiritedly
Into
The solemn silence of my sanctuary

We spent the night dissolved in words: the hours were only rain drops
Pounding ever persistently
Against
The rip tide of the clock’s cruel countdown

I braved the path of honesty and the road of mischief in my turn
Vacillating ever vividly
Between
The intersection of fragile concepts defining good and evil