A loyal vice
Will set fire to these words
And trouble my dreams
Unfurl my hopes

It is all I need
And all I’ll become
In the tried and true tussle
The horror of man

Null and void
Yet filled to the brink
I’ll spill in verse
And gather all dismay

It is all I need and nothing more
A savory death
To my cartwheeling thoughts

To the sequined world
I clutch so firm
In the ebb and flow
Of timeless despair