Feral minds grope blind for light,
avaricious constrictions in delusional flight;
know not honor, but numbing deceit,
with false gods laurels grandly replete.
Implacable heart frozen, sightless eyes colder still -
The selling of soul. The surrender of will...
to navigate the maze
in compressed hollow days,
and feast gluttonous with every cruel kill.
So abrupt from expenditures to awaken,
naked... awash in pools of remorse and dread,
to find nothing given, only the grand tally taken;
of a distant dream, unreachable, irretrievably dead.