Descent

Society, life, downward spiral

Grab a hold this cape is flying
far beyond this dream defying,
What we see or seen believing
what we seem perceived conceiving.

Take my hand and tear this border
of each days pursuit of order.
Who we be or been divided
by the life this life provided.

Dispel chants of rage and curses
deeper than the deepest verses.
Who I am or not descending
to a strange or sudden ending.