• His induced delirium
    Acquires a chain of truculent gestures
    Those whom concealed their fangs
    Only to sink impulsively
    Their twisted thorns
    Striving to pluck a lone petal

    Gasp, no, breathe
    Mercilessly and inevitably stabbed
    Mainly accused for difference
    Thoughts, thrown asunder and condemned
    Lost breath, empty windows
    His eyes torn; stained with insensitivity

    Silence threats, slice beliefs
    The frown of more than one
    Acceptance drowned with distance
    Forbidden ties destined to loosen
    Any given threading provokes angst

    Enthralled from twisted figures
    Captured by illusions
    Easily grasped the shadows
    Hardly given a shine

    Light the spark. . .?

    And find the way out.