Caustic Livid Reprieve Hour

The pain was on the wall

For all the gawk at

I never considered the hurt

From my bandolier 

I’m stricken with vertigo 

And double-think laden loss

Your words, they crush

Like a sickened wanderer

Driven under

Posh law contortionist

Crawled upon my word

Like a lost dog

Presumptions are all gone

Nomenclature, his dawn

I’m stricken with vertigo 

And double-think laden loss

I’m between this bliss

And uncensored courtship 

Decadent sin

Blush across our lush somber

Your words, they split

Like a vicious summer

Torn at the wrist

Cold shoulder war drummer

Consuming your blight

The lesson becomes lonelier