More Pelican Than Prometheus

MORE PELICAN THAN PROMETHEUS
What darkness do I not see,
That others perceive to permeate me?
I see a black potpourri,
With camouflaged shapes of antipathy,
Dreams by far not meant to be,
And the loss of once cherished sympathy.
Kicked by dancing conclusions.
Jagged scars embracing smooth illusions.
Receiving mass infusions,
Of erotic underworld damnations,
Through the varied gyrations,
That follow kamikaze temptations.
Hypocrisy cloaks me well,
Causing pride inside to spasm and swell.
A confusing tale I tell,
Of false virtues to demonstrate and sell.
Then caught within my own spell,
I spit on my sins, and on my sword I fell.

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