"A Sequence Defined"
Dim…. The lights fading away
My anticipation becomes this drug
From which symptoms dilute my time
Embedded visions rot my mind
For this poison numbs my find
From this blackened morning I come all to tamed
My sanity…. A blankness turning bait
As things that where melt away
Who am I? Or who I was? Means nothing
As we are suffering the same chapter
For the last paradise becomes a sheltered battleground
For my mind to lose perspective
For my chosen rapture
I am all but left behind
With this bleeding trap
The prison cell that holds my thoughts
Is but open
For now dead inside
My plots halt and my life becomes a fiend
For in this rotting time
Stands a sequence all
But blinked
BY: Lance Sanchez
