Somewhere In Life Is Love

Through Glazed Eyes

eyes, like those of wolves,
seems to turn green.
I follow vibratic lies like a lamb
as the lion lies beside me in peace.
Yet, still it is not as fabrications stir
my thoughts, catered to paranoia,
provoking me to lose myself in comfort
and find myself inebriated by the devil's blood;
cup of fellowship overflows as passed from Judas.
My eyes loses their innocence.
My world seems to fall as trumpets sound:
like exclamation of loyalty,
like a sweet cherub's laughter,
like proclamations of unconditional.
All intwined,
All seen through glazed eyes.