Shadows In The Darken Abyss Down Under

Bloodletting twisted creatures of repulsive silhouettes
Coveting the earth, veiled in the core of noxious hearts, smeared of green lullabies  
The foulness odor of Medusa’s snakes they slither, you can tell by the smell  
Mouth ouroboros as a jackass with cunning a tail  
The stench from down under of self-confidence given from hell  
 
To be true to self believe who you are  
When minds cannot push the rock of salt  
Festering depositions of contentions  
When screaming all is seemingly lost  
Still wallowing in the belly of the beast by earthly demise’s default  
 
A shadow of mental madness standing in the pouring rain  
The intellect of fools always falls very hard  
Misguided souls whereas, sadden and misplaced minds never seem to get quite far  
Slurping on noble pedigrees in the darken midst of time  
Refusing in ignorance to step into the light and allow the dull ashen of personas to spiritual chime  
 
Endeavoring to headbang the innocence of enlighten minds  
Lacking self-assurance on a global scale    
Vintage femininity morals of begotten leads the hearts of the blind  
Non-attuned to bow within their own luster  
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder  
 
Ugliness is to the bone look in the mirror once again someone should have told you  
Wishing for greatness from ordained wonderous of the sky  
It takes valor to assume a child without feet, fiendish dialogues, void of divinity can ultimately fly  
Frailty has a price, in its culprit, found to be impaired, laughable to the soul, shallowness to move or uplift  
How far is the eagerness to go for the inner torment to drift of the jester who crows as a misfit