Serene Catharsis

This wretched art of time These wonders without soul The end of all known values Can you hear them? My eyes - unblessed Will watch your last crawl Defaced and paralyzed No one hears your call Time is passing by Bearing an orphan child Unaware of old

Why do I read, read between the lines Create the ideal Interpret What's not there Time has passed, no sights have changed Misplaced pattern, rearrange The light, the end Mirage past, the moment is gone I slip, fear grips I fall back Time has past, no

Falling from your eyes Blinded by disgust Slowly fading into Submission of your mind Presence of mind lapse Obstruction of real life Worthless prophet Liar without remorse Thoughtless actions They focus or slumber Slowly fading into Submission of you