On confusions delusion sits
dreaming of a better existence.
pretending you cannot devour her
she  is my friend
my faithless companion
in her I trust and feel.
On fears palate paranoia lounges
tasting of something sour
devulging my secret lusts
and quenching her every thirst.
She is a demon who always hungers
and her lips are tainted with lies.
On deaths chair the darkness sits
dreaming of better times
speaking in riddles again
and refusing to dance with time.
He is enemies with the past
executionor of the present
and he draws us away from the future
Workers of eniquity…
they dance with no remorse
taking their tolls upon us
and laughing in our faces.