We
are handed life
And with it comes strife
Reality . . . Tainted
Pain
. . . Created
Death . . . Hated
Suffering . . . Contemplated
Why?
Into our fingers it molds
Words often untold
The realities for one another to uphold
Tainted
When pure becomes mixed
Reality’s a
small boys delusions
Mixed within illusion
Never quite reaching the final conclusion
Forever held to suspend
Forever put to contend
Never a thought to comprehend
ReAlItY
SeXuaLitY
ConSpiraToriaLly
TaintEd ThougHtz
My realIty they
hAunt
Tainted REality no tAunt
Well beyond that of a thoughtful
mist
I feel without jest
No shame to confess
Spawning no mess