Moral Obstinacy

Cyanide devours the life from within, my veins are bled dry.
Cascading through the longevity of chronic anguish; pursued by the devil reborn.
The allotment for the creation of thought,
Forsakes the dividend of morality,
and leaves the seekers of justice trapped and mangled; mere debris.

The colors fade from the day and shadows dwell within the night.
Sacrificial stars, betray those who pray, within the contour of their fright.
The rigid moon condemns our thoughts, cratered, sequestered, and contingently wrought.
Conscious canyons filled with tears; the moon shall see but never hear.
Align fear and surrender delight for confiscated is our life.