Misbegotten Greed
"In dreams like these,"he was heard to say,
"success for all aspirations."
It cannot be (they've told me);
bitter guile-
a prelude to victory?
And yet still
the waters run,
vast and distant
the shore beckons.
Tears that fall
and with each time,
draw me forth
from sanctuary's lulling.
Mask the face
this bitter flavor
has to all familiar a taste.
Fate extends
a hand of acceptance;
turn down the light
so I can grieve.
Infernal acceptance
be thy will,
so shall it be.
Allude to all
your misbegotten treasures-
be gone....
Live inside your transparency,
pull down the veil:
truth or lies?
In the end
it's little difference
as to the reasons why.
Release me now,
I am not afraid-
this soul is free,
I am ready to die.
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