Through the eyes Some sight might seek To see the world a spinning sea Of colorful catastrophe A misanthrope Or lurching suffocation Vivid rancor Viscous libations A round Harbored harbinger Kaleidoscope of sounds Tearing ears With rancid Columned cries Believe you me The world is a heavy ender A sniffling sadist With the mind of a child And wild wild hope For dreams that resemble Sacrosanct impressions Of Goodness