What am I to do
with logic today?
Contortion calls
to altered states.
Fold sentiment
wrap it around
you hold tightly
to gentle sound.
For now today I
cry at humanity
as it leaps off of
cliffs of insanity.
Which way look
do you at an eye
as our nature is
twisted disguise?
Can I be me for
one single day?
I turn on the TV
and rot all away.
Calamity norms
itself don’t let it
resonate inside
your mind to sit.
There is a peace
though it seems
hope is lost with
scattered things.
So dance tonight
in lock shut doors
as a beast roams
and its belly roars.
A balance comes
and pass away do
all things in life
and pain does too.
Twisted we might
exchange our ire.
But tomorrow is
there to transpire.