Garden Of Truculence

Blistering cold
 Human lepers scratching the door
 The isolation warms
 A welcome sense of cabin fever
 A draconian sense of ecstasy
 Reviewing this pale existence
 An outsider's perspective
 Tainted and distorted
 Drawn into threads of life
 A pawn in wretched games
 This collective breeze of steaming anguish
 Corrupting my path
 A garden of truculence awaits
 The abhorrence of the world outside these doors
 Elusive cures for wretched tears
 The absence of all humanity
 Driven to destruction
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 Becoming one in your mold
 Lowering myself to pointless battles
 Losing all sense of self
 The transparency of devious words
 The obscenity of human discourse
 Enslavement in a torn creation
 An arena for the futile
 Aspirations beyond the mundane
 Construction of thoughts anew
 The collapse of illusory dreams
 and the bitter disappointment
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 The sour taste of corrosion and defeat
 A bleak outcry upon weathered ears
 Relive the anguish
 Paint the walls with spite
 Allow the bitterness
 To cripple the last will