Paranormal Driversity

Into the abyss I glanced, with contempt, 

broken crowns lay scattered, their jewels lost

believed to be stolen by the remnants

of a passing glory

Bribes hidden on the graffiti-filled wall,
 made an artist's pallette worthless 

all memories of a distant future, eroded;

absconding the wrath of my final beginning

Salvo!
I hear you! 

Your whispers at the colors of ambiguity,
tossed my mind to be sold
to the foe;

 to blend in the nauseous display

of hyperbolic reinvention.

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28 June 2013 - aileen