Brothel of the society...

Walking across the million dead...
Never found, why the death???
Sensing the deception with the disconnect...
Plays of illusion... is what being anticipated...

Admiration of the dark...
Greetings from the gloomy infiltration...
Filling the air with a clear message...
Making it's way as a dim divine blaze...

The senses are high as a paper plane...
Propelled by thoughts and expected faith...
Perception getting locked on the haunted soul...
Eliminating, a misfit and a disconnect...

Flowing with the shadow...with a realized dread...
Crossing the mind as a bewilderment...
Laying the soul selectively confined...
Supporting the filth on a sub-conscious intent....