Hive Mind: Pathetic & Prodigal I

Glistening tempest,

      What seethes is light amidst the dark's most foreboding mental twilight, Adapting wounds to injuries that never scarred, Open behind the inner lidless heart wishes it was momentarily blind eye, Weaving dishonest false prosthetic hope psalms like as a lethargic seer repeating only on incapability, Unable to forecast an ending to the apathy within is the pathetic and dreary leech self mental deteriorating health entitled prophet.

In lieu of our participation in,
Losing faith in hope