As we abide by the different spectrum
sapphire vapors blow, cold as ice,
evoking mournful emotions
as susurrant voices fill my mind.
Ideas seem banal, old, and bland,
thoughts clash in a chimerical fashions.
Visions of the future are fierce trepidations
that glower from alleyway dumpsters
as words crow, full of deprecation,
a sickly banter inside my head.
Encumbrances of the past weigh my shoulders,
cogent thoughts are long past due.
Candles are snuffed by pungent breezes,
as we forget the ludicrous expectations
and walk hand in hand down a tortuous path.
Mordant comments still sting cheeks,
as we give into deadly avarice,
bestowing of unwelcome responsibilities.
The following of tragically lost love,
grief an invincible juggernaut in the dark,
Homicidal in its erratic nature.
Suspicion raised against chaste beings,
everyone else utterly indifferent.
The battle recondite and meaning little,
obdurating enemies blind to true words,
sardonic comments veiled as gentle quips,
The raucous laughter harsh,
making people cringe,
Anger is grief's cruel vituperator,
adamant in making everything worse.
So I take one last drag, my bitter solace
and watch simple facades drift merrily by,
grinding remaining thoughts under boot
as I abscond into darkness.
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