I walked through the threshold of no return.
In that place, sanity became obsolete.
I walked the path and hardly discerned
The theatrical web’s pantomime’s deceit.
I felt the angsts in chaos like blooming Devil’s urn
Saprobic in nature, his collection was complete.
Sucked the life out of me as we adjourned.
Touching tale of us... bittersweet...
With folded knees... for forgiveness at my feet.
Alas, my heart... void and bears no heat.