the New World

the New World

A Poem by Zorrin86

Inspired by two servile strangers
Too obsequious for red blood, 
In caustic amusement
We hurled ourselves at the flood. 

In a daft satire
I embrace my unholy illusions, 
Like a rogue pupil
Stabbing his fencing master in want of lessons. 

She betrayed me the moment
We stepped foot off the ship, 
Both of us lost in this new world, 
Blinded by lust that once bound our grip. 

Though depraved and always disappointing someone,
There is still a path open to us left, 
Forsaken and half-starved though we are to walk it, 
Our madness undying even in death. 

© 2018 Zorrin86


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Zorrin86
Zorrin86

Louisville, KY



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A Poem by Zorrin86