The Conflict

The cackles hinted in your smirk
Provoke me to eternally rein
Overflowing pools of deciet
Spit out in disgusting treachery

Possesing guilt in diminshed pride
The demon rests on a pedestal
Within the opaque film of light
Among where silence resides

Then all heard are clamors
And raptureless sighs of relief
The dawning of the unreal
The breaking point of fantasy

The expression becomes internal
The winds of misery are hushed
Gradually peeling away layers
In hope there\'s something left