A soothing siren in a post apocalyptic sky
The stench muffles the voices inside
The filth masks the beauty
A race of free souls jolting towards the imagined finish line
Out of sight, out of mind we say
To soothe the ears of fools
With words dripping of honey
Praise, an empty reward
Dazed with madness,
to be crazy in a happier way
In an endless circle, vicious and marred
And when all is said and done
The battlefield, divided
The heart, clouded with judgment
The senses, strangled
Slowly realising that
Beauty without poison is insipid
All of us, lost libertines weakened
By the dint of piling
False promises and empty compliments
On our hearts of ruin
Frantically trying to force feed forgiveness
To a heart that’s had enough
In a free world.
Authored by Ishika Paul
