In a ruinous,
Gloom,
Luminescence  
I bask
In an inner-pax
Casket
Upholding the task
Of an Atlas’
Grasp
As it tilts
On an axis
Of evil
Bad habits
Amassing
Misfortune’s
Still backed
By the taxing
Of hapless
Trap houses
Still buried beneath
Crushing bones
Of Damascus’
Null and void
Vast blacknesses
I inhabit
In practiced,
Yet actively
Masked in
A passive
Lugubrious
Moods
I exude
And allude to
Discretely  
In secret
Dark sides
Of my lunacy
Thesis