Wise to the ones who lost themselves.
Wise to ones to know about.
Cracked with the irrational look.
Fondness, through each darkened book.
Grieving with sadness, on this path to destruction.
loathing what could have been, completion.
You will never know what brought you here.
Still standing strong amongst the fear.
Well conducted, in this mirror of a nightmare.
Deranged, from the look of your stare.
Where do you go when hate is all you receive?
Standing strong, and fighting amongst the deceived.
©Terrylin C
S