A world of unholy matrimony
unions spawned in despair and insecurity
thinking they're truth, when only lies barren souls
envelope and seal reality of failed ambition
tainted aspiration, underdeveloped dreams
discussed like juvenile babble over three hour meal preparations
passing time, quelling boredom
until red plumes of turbid daylight
seethe up from the exhausted mortuary
like seas on the brink of some kind of destruction,
waking the deadened souls of the eyeless masses
to rot their lives away
in insignificant gestures, false celebration,
remorseless ignorance
death, life, all wrapped up in strangling bravado
disgraceful mediators of purgatory
display your wares, make yourselves comfortable
life is long and your souls are weary,
heaven is a dream for those unwilling to engage
heaven is a dream for a life of bliss, perhaps