Salvation, Deception - Soijl

Kisses of immense affection

Not for young loving couples

But a deeper salvation of self-medication

There is no dignity to be found in this weary tale of devotion

An overwhelming enslavement where «repent» is a foul word

White plains.

Fields of immeasurable moments

A crimson stream in a trail that leads to a ship of fools

The female forlorn.

Agendas of cruelty

Broken bits of hope, of dreams and vanities

The pieces of a puzzle.

Flesh in the corner of the eye

Vanished moments still immeasurable

Still depicted in the frame of the mind

Your lover, your inamorata is deception

When you cry, where’s your «God»?

Bite the hand that feeds

Sever those fingers, tear those limbs

Endlessly, this pseudo-love is naught

It is but affliction and a desire for a greater need

Transfixed by promise of a light

But there is no fluorescence at the end of the tunnel

Green moors.

A lavish vista where horizons die

The crimson stream still runs

And the agendas of cruelty still bites (still cries)

Certitude is your fall

So easy it would be to let go, to die now

Leave, and never come back to the rest

Just scattered pieces.

Darkness and stars

Illumination and shadows.

Thoughts of grandeur and overconfidence

Board the ship of fools.

Hoist and set sail for predictability

End — in a haze your mind goes down the drain

Witness yourself in here

Picture the embarrassment of all your friends and your kin

Don’t claim you do not care

Ring the bell of righteousness.

Hear it toll!

Reproach yourself

Weed the weakness in your breast and your soul

Salvation is deception

Tension builds.

Lassitude

A mirage so elusive

Virtue dismal.

Affection dead

Here ends this grievance

Here you rest in damp soil

There’s no one mourning

Nothing that suggests that no one ever cared