A Speck Of Glitter Upon A Canvas Of Black

amidst the darkness and vanity
through the blackhole of despair
lies the vicious vortex of insanity
and the circle of life—truly unfair
chewy grapevines of timeless falsities
wreak havoc amongst countless societies

destined to mingle with personal animosity
among inanimate beings of lifeless stupor
none to comfort you or to satiate curiosity
trapped in silence with only an intimate core

eyes palely blind, loosely sensible
untruthful figures with vague shapes perceived
options so many and decisions are variable
gulled with possessions you never believed

of so ugly a countenance, as always ill-treated
for what is physique, when mean internally
coated by violence, gladly unsheathed
classified by echelon and spit upon doubtlessly

reverberating voices on murder of dignity
no respect whatsoever on reputation and life
of sweat, tears, blood, but none of pity
less love, more hatred, no contentment, full of strife

amidst the darkness and vanity
through the blackhole of despair
lies the vicious vortex of insanity
and the circle of life—truly unfair
light so narrow yet emphasized so bright
reach and grasp that hope and grip it so tight