Static enveloped vision
white noise deafens
yet can't help but listen
to the random psychotic confessions
of lost misplaced souls, looking for a place to nest in.
Keep moving, each step is nervous unsure
laughter echoes, rattling the unsecure floor
invoking an earthquake to shatter uncovered walls
just as those damned disembodied voices scream, "encore"
and the bricks reconstruct, to a slightly different pattern then
before.
Time withdrawn, redrawing self made internal lore
was the actual cause, of the pre-expressed unchivalrous war
of demons unshackled, the spies immortally abhorred
for they sabotage the retinas just to rearticulate the gore
I endure
left I squinting, beauty blinded, worlds marked a constant
eyesore.
Perfected encased memories eternally fall
deforming.
All hail, the Devils performance.