Learning before, seeming afterward
Bridges burnt, napalmed, tactile assault
My lies cover, their lies conceal
A delusion of the mirror cracked
This lesson, the art form
Pick, bite, throwaway friends
Enemy gathers, like a circling vulture with carrion tastes
Will I know of truth, or strengthen freedom?
The life suffocates, planting warped minds to grow
Blackening culture of diseased minds
Treated as normal, like a weakened plastic , melts, runs from all orifices
You never know the snake until the venom flows
I now see the only evil within my mirror.
Ian V. Seymour ©2012