Wine bleeds from wooden flesh
From skin stretched over whittled bones
And with every gasping breath:
A cloying stench let clearly known.

Lenses hide me from a distant world
While coarse eyes mould a wonderland.
Everything drowning in yellow gold,
Stagnating under blue canopy grand.

Melting into the beneath earth
Muscle torn asunder.
A forced laugh of fabric mirth
A smile, weak of weakness under.