DALE

I'm drowning in the disillusions of a bright sun in darkness,

As disbeliefs fill the destitute I dwell

Instituted in a dictatorship, a drunk death

Deliriously miserable, looking deep into my demise

As I deny, that the darkness is blocking out the day,

A deceitful dame has dulled the night star

Now, debris crowds damnation, a dangerous descent

Into derision, as I drain the disarray of thoughts,

The discolored doll drums her words into my den

With her dusk daggers, throwing the dragnet

So that she can catch the drifter to bring to her domain,

I am the dupe being pushed into the dustpan and into the dungeon

And I accept my addiction to the antagonist

As I fall deep into the ambiguity, amplifying her assault

On the ambivalence of us, an avalanche upon absence

Of Reason, how strong is this absinthe, an anvil sinking

My brain, atrophying my amulet, to her amusement

I'm in agony, trapped airtight in actuality,

And at the same time, an abnormal anarchy, the activist

Has no voice, my attachment to her, purely accidental

For she coated her breast with aconite to annihilate

And aggravate me, an acrid love, she has no angst

For my angina, yet I'm still here, an agnostic

To this love, the only antidote, is acupuncture

On my own lonely bleeding heart, no more lust or love

For I loathe the high of her laudanum-ed kiss

I'll bring lost limpid lilacs and lilys to lie on the death plot,

She lured me into her labyrinth to linger

In her lunacy, tried to lynch my lackadaisical sanity,

She lurks in my dormant heart, laminating pain, licking

And sealing it with a laceration on my life, she leaves

Me in the lackluster of a long hall named limbo,

I sing in lament because of my lame attraction to her lipstick,

The liquor lives in the lurid lunar nights

Lighting the luxurious ladder

Leading me, to the lagoon where there is no lapse in reason,

I'm eager to gain escape and ease,

I shall embark elsewhere for emancipation

Eliminating the embarrassment that evolved

Around my evergreen, exasperating my evil,

I envision an epitaph, written eminently

About the eventful eviction of empowerment,

An exceedingly euphoric separation from my enemy,

Death evoked the elemental eclipse

And effective edit, to my emerald,

My empire is finally empty of her essence

No longer smelling, the erosion of her eerie ensemble

No more error, only equilibrium, entrusted onto me,

The eraser stands erects upon the attraction of

The End