The frail wings of sanity Blinded the sun Flapped once and unleashed pandemonium Rays of sheer clarity Will-o’-the-wisp Came out of nowhere Then vanished without a trace Dull senses Violent sighs of relief Inflamed with the vehemence of ignorance Self-tamed, inveterate Prisoner of others’ beliefs Thoughts eviscerated Freed from the burden of dreams Change the laws of gravity Burying your head in the sand Under the aegis of hubris The aegis of ice Phobos Sick eyes shining like fire Thief of souls Digging a trench in a doomed brain Stranglehold A matter of choice in disguise, a tailored truth Lucidity shrouded in darkness An inner voice screaming While being stabbed to death The tyranny of meaning Counterintuitive trial Logos Drooling like a wolf in the fold Iron rules Termites gnawing from the inside Demonizing sight, drive, the primitive impulse Imbued with the spirit of failure An inner voice screaming While being stabbed to death The tyranny of meaning Counterintuitive trial Filth streams fall from the roof Huge stalagmites of boredom and fault Everything drowns in the mud of days passing by Deep and unreal Safe in a soul deprived Invade new lands to terrorize Displaced suffering Flawless logic redemption The world seen with emboldened eyes A fleeting victory Until the tide turns again