Rancid liquid, a caustic pour
Cracking all that’s safe and pure
Choking, burning, seething fury
Numb it out and create a story
Fractured innocence put back together with pieces not fully secure
The story ensues
Rebellion, distraction, rejection, indulgence
An ego’s shell hath cast its spell
A magicians curse of the finest turn
Who rides the horse of self deception
Selling potions made with the finest doubt
Offered to lips of the wounded angel seeking
Blindly swallowed down
Driven by a hunger so deep
Desperate to return to the innocence of now
But now was then
And then becomes when
And the poison travels deeper
Widening the cracks with shards of recollection
Stabbing the moment
A soul so lost
Agony rings
Self Love gone
Nothing but a dream
The vision consumed by the magicians deed
Positive Constructs 