Number Four

A(rro)gÆnce

Days, days, and days of lust,
some demon cries within my mind.
Some twin paradise of seperate
moral centers. An elliptical
conscience cannot persist
under strain.

Dissonance and deadly frequencies;
Riot over Rites, masturbation
into states of drunken guilt.
Addiction to some dark drug
to dull subconscious pain.

Lemmings fall, I am (where)
rem[(Is)o(the)r]se[(ma)l?]essness.