Rise To The Midden - Intronaut

Derange the scale of trust

With this animated prevarication

That once passed for happiness

Degenerate into character

The clearest of all intentions

Words drawn out

Unfiltered

A perception

Untainted by logic

We are such low things

With null for a name

And while we quietly become

Imperceptible…

We are such low things

With null for a name

The inner monologue exposed

But this curtain is drawn closed