- Daniel Rabe

Catastrophe

for you I would die
a narcissistic lie
emboldened by the dark
a sunrise prelude to mark
the end of another night
before exposure of twisted blight
minds twisted
nose blistered
but on we play
silence is all we say
loathing we greet the new day
knowing little can be done to delay
bright piercing sickened rays
nothing amuses nothing to amaze
we have become jaded
brains infiltrated
sad smiles
volume dials
twisted down
like your early morning frown.