conceal the love
dress the fear
trespass my concrete facade
The lament of a soul in blessed ignorance bites through the coverlet
dispersing a fetid atmosphere within the goblet.
Drench me in the magic of sinister petulance
since my flaccid demeanour is holding me captive.
Captivated by insolence,
crude indulgence of a metamorphosis
foggy presumptions batter chores unattractive.