Chaos

breathe in the last gasp of life
savour its inequities
break Narcisso’s mirrors
give in to your lustful eyes

cease the monotony
of masses in chorus cry
like wading ebb of people
dancing in their own demise

walk in fashion of a cat
silently they would pry
or like an Egyptian
and give in to their desire

roll over the scarlet carpet
of adultery and egotism
ride the tide of screaming crowds
that makes the evil proud

of serpent’s eye they watch
and slither in there own poison
they strike their own venom
and petrifies your opinion

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
only one thing to decide
in immunity you will survive
or breathe in the last gasp of life.