waltzing with ambivalence
we stumbled upon some cure sent from some kiss beyond time
far beneath thee earth, where posies poise
& English ivy clings in a choking hold.
thee mindless cankers ov the wise ones spent
from their very births
with names such as incest and promise
forbidden, yet endure with points ov interest beyond comprehension,
drowning within thee pure.
there are those, those who've known how it is we
have failed to grow
there are those who still hold a hope
that some direction will be shown,
who's goals fall short ov those who've paid
with their own births.
stately demons feed on thee blood ov youth
their bellies mighty & round,
but their flesh is all freckley & flaking to thee earth
with eyes that can see but everything,
chosing to witness only grief.