Garden Of Truculence - Soliloquium

Blistering cold

Human lepers scratching the door

The isolation warms

A welcome sense of cabin fever

A draconian sense of ecstasy

Reviewing this pale existence

An outsider’s perspective

Tainted and distorted

Drawn into threads of life

A pawn in wretched games

This collective breeze of steaming anguish

Corrupting my path

A garden of truculence awaits

The abhorrence of the world outside these doors

Elusive cures for wretched tears

The absence of all humanity

Driven to destruction

Becoming one in your mold

Lowering myself to pointless battles

Losing all sense of self

The transparency of devious words

The obscenity of human discourse

Enslavement in a torn creation

An arena for the futile

Aspirations beyond the mundane

Construction of thoughts anew

The collapse of illusory dreams

and the bitter disappointment

The sour taste of corrosion and defeat

A bleak outcry upon weathered ears

Relive the anguish

Paint the walls with spite

Allow the bitterness

To cripple the last will