Your mind is a disaster
A closet of living corpses
A delectable assortment of profound statements
Living and breathing in a stew of contentment
Until they have blackened beyond taste

Ahh how they long to breathe

The persistent mutilation

The false idols

The distaste of simplicity 

Drowning in the complex

For you are human

And your dignity resides thoughtfully in argument

Instead of beauty

Where all life teems with magnificence

And hope is but a dream of release