Lightless burning candle scenes, exposing suicidal dreams
With true denials ever madly, bleeding through ever gladly

In my ear the worthless squawk, putrid air of mindless talk
Forsaken, so called tasteful, the improvidence of the wasteful

Given bitter cancerous caring, as passion is without sharing
Eyes sheltered, waterless, are true when empty and pitiless

Never are, broken tears to mending, nor the solace of an ending
Left to choices of what pays, with dogged fears of forgotten days

Callous eyes of selfish hounds, no regard beyond their bounds
Caught in leashes veiled strictness, answers to their blind witness

In blinding blackness of the sun, see the madness to be spun
Insanity’s love for crippled saneness, truths lost in its plainness

Weakness given to the weary, paleness of whom sees so clearly
Safe in covers they are under, given candy of worthless wonder

Accolades to one who dances, with out music to false romances
Cluttering clear and open spaces, giving rise to imagined graces

Invisible minds sing to masses, the merry sheep with empty glasses
Not existing under foot or under way, when to stop, is to run away

In sunny sightlessness, bestowing fools with vacant cheerfulness
When lives are like reins to an empty bridle, truths are cyanidal.