Falling deeper into dementia
There is but only one cure
My long forgotten bullet
Awaits patiently on a shelf
To be brought back to light
Sickness, thy name is joy,
But only for a moment,
When the happy face
Is but a mask
For the weeping boy
Broken dreams lie
Beyond the curtain,
The ritual of reversal,
Avert your eyes…
The cycle goes on…
Seemingly undisturbed,
The gate to hell,
Never abandoned,
Opened wide,
New souls to devour…
