My tainted visions
I wander the streets, bared to my eye and unclothed
for such unrest laid grave under deep,
wracked in the catacombs of the mind
that thrive most deep behind the eyes.
For such civil unrest,
and unforeseen dismay
may never escape thee of the ties
and restraints of the minds.
For naked sights and tainted visions
of scarlet women and grieved divisions,
shall never escape those streets unveiled
of the truths and tales assailed.












