Ignorance they call bliss and truth be told, it is a death kiss: wisdom is a chokehold.
Abundant life I denounce on an empty path I travel to renounce my life in poison I bath.
A girl whom I’ve just met found me, a living wreck conjure her a lively bouquet alas I wish’d to snap the snakeneck.
Corruptive toxic I swallow a poison an aid I take nor the unholy dishallow a beast in the make.
I assemble in agony a demising throne: my life an antogony thus much to atone.
Untitled #2 by Ian Jade
