Cold and quiet catacombs
mundanely trace their paths
beneath the fragile barrier,
the cursed transparency,
separating red from blue,
and wrong from right,
and death from life,
the undivided fiend:
innocent, white, unscarred,
deceiving the multitudes
with its illusion of serenity,
contentment, and security,
until its obscenity offends me
and inevitable desperation
punctures the weak restraint,
releasing the eager savage
to rush from me in freedom
from a disillusioned heart.