Dark, tangential grip of despair
You pull me down into the doldrums
Dungeons for my soul
Whilst I struggle to get free
With light all around me
Your blinders are placed strategically over my eyes
The doors and windows to happiness
Were but illusions to this blinded heart
Escape is a mere nod of a passerby
A stranger with a smile
But, no
The hypocrisy is not lost here
For kind words spoken without honest intent
Have shown me the way to karma
Alas, I now stew in the cauldron
Of my own tepid broth
A recipe of disaster
