Metamorphosis of Naricssus

 
Imbibe they, the crystal shallowness,
Glowing, in minds of disharmony.
My thoughts intuit decrepitness
In their eyes, that murder me.

With daggers sharp, within,
Wherever I walk every day.
Eternity grows so thin,
To the sojourn, as I make my way.

Down its corridors, I realize
Where Vlaminck rapes Renoir,
As Dali’s visions bastardize,
My mind, he’s painted thus far.

And in the mission’s silence,
My travels begin to write,
What is unknown to my audience,
In the mansions of my flight.

Over the terrace, it’s scattered –
A breath is a fleeting moment;
Down below, now shattered,
With not even me, to relent.