THOUGHT ROUND

THOUGHT ROUND

Thought round when still
Cannot discern any truth,
Where they wanted to sanctity
The door closed and so is ending
The struggle for maybe an empty
Wanting to be something else and never exposing
Reality slowly decomposing
Even in such nonsense know that you believe
The crude birth brought only fetus
Apathetic philosophical figure
The face is showing almost atrophic
And it certainly me incomplete
Purging the force within me insane
Where rot in the voice emanates ...

CONFRARIA LOURES