madness and circumstance

it doesn’t really matter
how you frame the picture
life leads us astray
constantly fucking an elusive goddess
the soul tries to escapes
it’s lazy outcome
so i continue to speak treason
but the words rarely seem to fit
as i sacrifice these soft memories
to unforgiving gods
living on scandalous purpose
like a enlightened robot on parole
art manipulates reality
as i reach for naked understanding
but tonight is not the night
for reckless relief
as animal designs
guide our repressed desires
the sanity of purple gardens
seems so strange
under this mandated moon
and at this hour
broken pleasures
are all we have left

531-madness-and-circumstance

 

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