Smokey Mirrors

Looking for signs of life, in a World of cigarette smoke,

A blue so deep, it is almost Black.

Good intentions undermined,

On a road paved to hell.

With only condescending Saviours for company,

There was no mercy when they Finally had their day,

Pain and misery the currency in Which they trade.

(MB 2017)

petite mort

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