Hopeless

where is that beleaguered summer moon distant now from this hellish field left standing and all I see are tattered remnants of what could have been glimpses torture what's left of me the logic's flawed timing's off this road leads past Gehenna angry saps cry foul tepid brains struggle strangled by the stench that flows from dirty mouths, unwashed unfiltered sacrilege flies in the face of reason tiny fists pump with mock irreverence no one cares or sees memories impaled and dribble down past some distant land in some other mind when life was new and love was real, it mattered then...