Penury...

The poverty of the market place is evident,
When he masks his goddess of prosperity, 
Deceiving her enough to believe, 
That she will see only merry times ahead... 

She is kept in a position of pride,
Above the carpet that pacifies her from the grime that lies beneath.
Carrying the sensuality of a woman within her, 
Natures finest work of art, embodied in flesh and blood... 

Their boundaries seemed to be the grievance of his existence, 
Shot his swimmers just as they were about to ascend, 
Yet his passion quivers after two decades of brutal mockery, 
Submissive to his whim of preserving his virtue and vanity...

He saw sex, bosoms and lies, 
Not even the trinity of vices could lure him, 
Not alluring enough to suit his taste,
Not convenient enough to hide his lies...

Then they unearthed secrets lost in time, 
Those that spoke of thousands of years ahead,
Deranged years that oscillate within the benefit of doubt,
Reduced to a scenario of illusions...

For we can't seem to trade our hard earned fortune for the value of flesh, 
What's written in the stars is reduced to ashes, 
Superficial remorse from rags to riches and riches to rags,
Moments of elevation have now been misjudged...

He never fell pray to his inner demons, 
Though he fell pray to society's rigidity, 
Crafted by a despicable code of conduct,
He should have listened to the ghosts of the past instead...  

Locked lunacy.

moreBlocked, blocked from the world,
in some hospital for the criminally insane,
lies this crazy girl.

Sitting in her dingy and dusty room,
her life is like doom.
Her attire,
so dirty,
deserves to be put in the fire.
She's tearing her hair.
she's forgot ton who she is and where.

This crazy lunatic,
always very hysteric,
dangerous to be with,
her constant fits,
with craziness she's been hit.

She may never be the same again,
now most of the time all she does is weep and wail,
so crazy, so dangerous,
she's in a hospital for the criminally insane.

She wasn't always like this,
desolation, agitation, complication, frustration,
she thought she wasn't good enough for the nation.
She was driven to the point of being crazy,
the exact reason people are still quite hazy.
She killed,
she became happier by the increasing amount of blood she spilled.

Today locked up,
locked up in the muck.
at leading a normal life, she has no luck,
bruised with cuts,
she's depressed, she's lost her guts.
she ain't going to live much longer,
she's the sense of danger.
Locked up,
locked from the world,
this crazy psychotic girl.

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