Within a casket of echoes
does the mirage of
truth become stained
into a conciseness of delusions.
But still they are slaves..
Altercations of past inclinations
that merit, reflection of
misguided minds.
But with no morals they digress,
standing on illusions of nothingness.
Where another doesn't tread,
fed to others delusions
of negativities prompting lies upon
lie with no merit only golden goblets
drinking upon the weakness of others.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Within a casket of echoes
does the mirage of
truth become stained
into a conciseness of delusions.
But still they are slaves..
Altercations of past inclinations
that merit, reflection of
misguided minds.
But with no morals they digress,
standing on illusions of nothingness.
Where another doesn't tread,
fed to others delusions
of negativities prompting lies upon
lie with no merit only golden goblets
drinking upon the weakness of others.
