Garden Of Truculence

Blistering cold
Human lepers scratching the door
The isolation warms
A welcome sense of cabin fever.

A draconian sense of ecstasy
Reviewing this pale existence
An outsider's perspective
Tainted and distorted.

Drawn into threads of life
A pawn in wretched games
This collective breeze of steaming anguish
Corrupting my path.

A garden of truculence awaits
The abhorrence of the world outside these doors
Elusive cures for wretched tears
The absence of all humanity.

Driven to destruction
Becoming one in your mold
Lowering myself to pointless battles
Losing all sense of self.

The transparency of devious words
The obscenity of human discourse
Enslavement in a torn creation
An arena for the futile.

Aspirations beyond the mundane
Construction of thoughts anew
The collapse of illusory dreams
and the bitter disappointment.

The sour taste of corrosion and defeat
A bleak outcry upon weathered ears
Relive the anguish
Paint the walls with spite
Allow the bitterness
To cripple the last will.