Delirium,
Misfiring bearings.
Opiate,
She power’s my train.
Sanctity,
I have no boundaries.
Like a moon,
I was meant to wane.

Consulate,
I am my own Caesar.
Disparate,
And nearly as vain.
Delirium,
These misfiring bearings,

As a nerve,
You lie to the brain.



Copyright (c) David DeSantis

David DeSantis

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