Plight

Of feast and famine

Hallucinations

and devils

I dream of the wrath

The sex

and the revels

The ire unfolds

In paper wings

as origami

and reigns down

on this plane

a suffocating tsunami

I dreamt

So vainly

of these meticulous places

 nature’s corruption complete

as worn

in their faces

rising in fire

this birth

of confusion

the artificial subside

mired down

in their delusion

complete in the solace

consumed within 

the cost

who gives a fuck

of these dreams,

what profits from loss

my heart remains vigilant

my mind 

so fanatical

 encroaching upon machines

the cheap

and mechanical

I will break you:

Your hearts, your minds

and your tears

I will shear you

from this world

absolve you of fears

relish with delight

in the tides

of this time

surfacing through these

realms in a place

undefined

we shall rejoice

in the ruins

of a world once expensive

the fantasy that lived

within the vacant

so extensive

the sun sets   

by the sea

a place I used to  know

where I buried my heart  

and waited

for it to grow