Sober Optic

The statue is crumbling and your face is fractured,
Mouth of your poisonous appetite.
Glamour's decomposing and the days exposed,
Your face and all its deep-set lines.
Your pin prick eyes shut blind at your reflection.
Dehydrated of life, why?
Illusions foiled, the collage of all the lies.
Light a candle before we burn out.
The counterfeits, fracturing innocence,
The bag of perversion doesn't taste so sweet.
All alone and craving, expectation is crushed.
One touch and then you disappear.
Narcissism clouds your mind.
Sour is the new sweet. Luminance dies out, why?
Illusions foiled, the collage of all the lies.
Light a candle before we burn out.
I awake from the daze, higher than I've ever been.
Mortified beyond belief. It was better when I could not see.
Leeches that crawl over the floor,
they move too slow to compete with the vultures and their claws.
She pulls my hands over my eyes and then I notice I too have blood on my hands.
I awake from this temprary daze, I'm modified and out of place.
I seem to have been replaced.
The statue is crumbling and the lies are foiled
And the eyes are open and a picture forming.
I purge shadowed sight.