At last this is one more revelation
Into the abyss of the unknown
Bring me close to caste me away
Cleanse the wounds with salt and vinegar
Just to teach me obedience
Solvents and submission
The inevitable disillusion of the ascribed suicide
An undying obsession of the ideal dream
Close enough to smells its passing fragrance
As I slowly stole away salutations
While I mix drinks with laments
Tongues caged in boxes
Writhing in argument
Silenced in absolution
Fail to Speak
And fail to be heard
And the calm coma felt like a riot
