Come on, Pappy...aren't ya gonna do a little paul-a-tickin'?

Bleak Breath

An artist in us paints the sky black
To fuel the fire that burns our charade
Inundate our fears with the relentless attack
As we cut a path in a ravaging parade

Laying amongst the sands of delusion
After the sacrifice divine
Without mercy, feed the dubious confusion
We may yet drown in the swindled brine

Trace the forgotten thoughts of apathy
As the world draws the last bleak breath
Still trapped underneath the debris
In a moment worthy of Macbeth

-© Brett Holden

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