Immensely Immersed

Dust becomes much.
Choking everything that breathes.
Suffocation kills sincerity.
Pretentious taint extreme.

(breathe)

Lies become the honesty.
Loyalty betrays.
See the surface shining brightly,
leaving depths to their decay.

(cough)

Air becomes scarce.
Dust infects the lightest breeze.
Eyes are skewed by point of view.
Believing only what they see.

Complications play the threat.
Confrontations choke the lungs.
Misdirection spreads infection
'till acceptance becomes none.

Empty echos of a clone.
Trade conformity for breath.
Trade rejection for acceptance.
Trade the soul to purchase death.

(choke)

Distant isolation
agitates the unrelated.
Overrated imitations
lacerate the underrated.
Blind fictitious limitations
infiltrate the status quo,
strapping superficial limits
to the endlessness of growth.
Maybe only men of madness
see the beauty unrestrained
since the reach towards beyond
is what complacency has drained.

(gasp)

Air becomes beset.
Dust begins descending death.
Do you breathe the air that bleeds...
...or do you try to hold your breath?