Ancient Forms

Staggered –

Maligned into oblivion.
These tattered nights –
Strobe about The light.
Aimless really.
As is our ambition.

Only to survive –
As if there’s something –
Something to survive to see.
There’s either light or darkness.
Same shade –
Same color.
Without fail.

Those moments we think another –
Shade.
Color.
It’s just delusion –
Deceit in its purest form.
The form.