a grotesque portrait captioned
the sacred art of ambivalence
the carrions of a hook-up culture
caw with the conduct of venereal vultures
projecting reckless lies for social exposure
another byproduct of a generation of adulterers
how have we been reduced to something so vulgar
gracelessly induced by the intent to manifest
left lost and confused by an incessant disinterest
is there any way for us to redeem for this
the toxicology of your lost integrity
tendencies to steadily disregard fidelity
coincidentally succumb to corroded heredity

as we battle against the trials of chemical dependency
can this masquerade of disdain
withhold the context of what was ingrained
intrinsically contained by feverish domain
a persona which would so vividly explain
the fervor that feeds this defeated idealism
through the gilded archways heralding us to hedonism

dancing upon the lush carpets of cynicism
to fabricate our inherent whims as altruism
but i’ve seen the secrets hidden behind sequined lace
foolish deceptions to revitalize your grace

the vacant grimace on the pontiff's face
a frolic laced with the inebriate's illicit embrace
sedation brought on by the sway of her sacred waist
so full of grace even the clergy lines up for a taste

they beg her to surrender the splendor
of her every mystic gesture
to censor her reckless endeavors
to oppress her internal architecture
for fear of it becoming too off-kilter
they'll use any counter-measure to cut short her adventure
to lure and ensnare her entropy into their bed's tethers

the endangerment ever-present in her enchantment
an entrapment permeated in attachment
the appraisal of mind-numbing aesthetics
a totemic representation of reoccurring epidemic

the great immaculate deception
triggered by a constrained dementia
pathologically induced verses worn as valiant insignia
her iridescent complexion compels obscure synesthesia
the thralls reluctantly relinquish their fare to the mythic discordia

as she feasts on the fruits of life's aether
devotees of delirium driven by an affinity to her prismatic divinity
chanting her chorus as if it were some infallible remedy
syncing with life's sway of her abhorrent apostles

a pilgrimage in pursuit of some intrinsic bond
to reach the reliquary is to forfeit and belong to a demi-god
this affliction is glorified in the wake of our despondent song
can you feel the trembling quake in my response
colloquial connection hastened by habitual rituals
rescues me from the all-too-familiar planes of the abysmal
another eidetic representation of wasted potential
a refuge from the corrupt consorts deep-seeded in my rationale

the contorted constructs born from the hysterical hymns i bellow, begging for an all-too-necessary essence revival