...Everything
looks gray like a
restless rain dance amidst despair
Most people deny the scent of
hanging corpses and walk
away from the
inconvenience of truth
and some
think of faith as a mere question
...a choice behind a thought
while the rest of us desperately
conceal the mask
in the pocket of defiance
hoping chance will never give way to
fate...

Control
where does it lead to
if absolute freedom is a path to
chaos?

Maybe I'll never know
So
I'll burn the sacrifice and eat
the ashes from what's left of the
dilemma...