Your eyes are like dying candle flames,
Who amongst you cannot see?
Where dancing shadows juxtapose the gilded tree.
Our fears have never lost their shames,
The darkness is no longer free.
So touchingly your lips curl up.
Happiness, you call it, half full the cup,
If filled half full, it be, but not the half gulped tea.
Love intensely the newborn pup,
And mourn it when it dies,
Explain your eulogy to the flies.
Take eternity if you must.
Hate not with a subtle guise,
Discard your petty morals.
Trade their noble thorns for laurels,
Chaos does not despise.
The rosy glasses give perception without quarrels.
Anarchy is a pretty word.
A word is all that's heard.
Evil minds create the sharp and twisted coral.
Are your white, bony fists now spurred?
You'd destroy my sweet embrace.
The darkness scarred by shining lace.
Whose sin you'll never know just how absurd.
With fools it often is the case.
Like fallacious thought can lead to truth,
Angst can lead to strength of youth.
Embrace it, embrace what is base.
Nothing is uncouth.
