This havoc of the century new burns
my wondering eyes; and
slowly take on the glamour of alluring life,
but still i host resistance with
my strained nerves.
I pass and pause, but
two steps forward drag me miles back,
but find no asylum in retreat.
Oh my foolish tears sparkle
on my hollow smiles.
behold! the demon’s reign begins
and dyes the heaven dark; and
fortunes false, upon the wrecked hearts,
those immersed in dark.