Passersby

There is nothing majestic about the screams to impersonate fundamental flaws Festoons try to adorn that facade of grey, swinging with discordant rhythm Coronation of an unkindly manner manifest the unenlightened decisions of consciousness Extravagance become repulsive and barely go beyond entertainment for the eyes Flashes of ignorance cannot illuminate the underlying layers of darkness trampled under dancing feet Flee from the celebrations, for you are … Continue reading Passersby