Sanguine Illusions

by Quality

My dreams had gotten rancid
I could not fathom the motive
I cautioned myself against the winds of change
Unbridled hope abused my passions
The whispers would not stop
Then I knew the countdown had begun
Sure was the name of deficient defeat
I didn't have a clue
Waking up to the infantile emissions of time
Sold on the emotions of an off colored chance
The photographic charges have not ruined my life
Petrified through and through
Nothing can capture the purification of gain
Insanity fools you into believing the rightness of it all
Proximity of a thief has maximized my view
The leaf has flipped into the wind
Reveal yourself and become known
Unbeknownst to the bards regaling in pink
Overcome with futility
Speak truth not nonsensical ramblings
By all means resist

Sanguine Illusions by Quality

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