Each mornings light a lancing dread
As slumbers veil retreats leaving dying embers
The pit of dread a soulless well to tread
Where waking terrors are the only remembers
The emerald aisles a grim theatre of strife
Where hordes entitlement festers razor-fanged
Malicious tongues their careless words like knives
Leaving psyches carcass coldly hanged
Another dawn another dreadful day
To wade the caustic sea of blind hatred
With force carved smiles in purgatorial play
While indolent leeches go unabated
An exemplar drowned by the unruly wake
Unheralded efforts washed by the ingrate tides
Unraveling resolve as burnouts cinders intake
Reducing ambition to bitter pyrrhic philistines
Each golden mornings start a dirge of hell
Where nerves lay flayed before the break of day
Scorched earth and salted wounds forever dwell
The only escape to rend and sever this way