I got the news-
You said the bruise was from a night of booze
The freedoms we lose by the allegiance we choose
What you viewed was a ruse – looted and polluted solutions
An arubics of gruesome illusions
With abuse that looms and consumes
Like a drug… withdraw or cope?
Confusing, the metaphysical intrusions
An emotional nuance or nuisance, fused with
The hue of jewels, inside of a tomb, tied to a noose
On the neck of a muse, just to amuze
And hide the truth
What beauty would blind
With your mind consumed, you viewed your doom,
Proof- to the delusions of love- the knot in the rope.