SACREMENT

A Poem by dropkick

a surreal trip about the deception of truth and its bearers

A sigh RELEASED to the sense of it all ...

breathing in the hard cold air of truths deception.....

quickening its pace...

to avoid the ever nearing footsteps of the paper doll mob..

steady...

insync......

...sultry march of void......

the mind seems to race to its self righteous end....

steps push the ground to quake..and finally a break

delivers us into chained bounds..........

dragging the surface of the blind mans reality down to distortions
core........

the papar doll mob......

marches on.......

spinning closer......

drowning in the tainted drink of mortalitys last call......

timing the finish......

hammering the nail deeper into undefined testimony of broken mass

Painless...

& more couragous of the sacrifice

..........the pause.....

to walk....

WITH confessions to the deaf

who were born to resist

only to excess...

...... moving closer to the sickness that infects

the paper doll mob....

.....& still they march.......

....closer......

devouring flight......