A pinprick of apprehension
Slithers through our bones like ivy,
Focal jet lag leaves disoriented minds
Wallowing in mortal disdain.
Leeches gorge upon illustrious gardens
Of everlasting thoughts and dreams -
Now left to wither in conformity.
A faded epitaph of depravity
Leaves us sinking under gravity
With an anchor latched upon our minds
In the hollows silence chimes -
A reminiscence burning with desire.
Lonesome echoes rain upon our ears
But without initial reference;
Is this what we fear?
A sought demise perched in our hands,
A past without a future, a present in distress,
A life in isolation, a prophecy, perhaps...
