Deconstruction.

Destroy whats' left, persona;
The mask is removed,
Crack in the shell, amnesia;
Nothing accomplished, nothing
proved,

Internal fault line burst into
shakes;
Illusion broken, bruised and
torn,
Dissatisfied the masters, thrown
to the snakes;
Bitter, tired, and worn,

Missiles to the soul;
Reckless abandon, nothing left
but hope,
Hollow out the hole;
Twitching in the dark with
nowhere to grope...
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(C) Acharya Kalicitta (D.C. Chapman)
08/08/2013