Have I lost myself?
A notable question I’m sure for amelioration is inconceivable
Too curious is a mind that covets without contrition
Perhaps too many desideration’s?
They are more like unshakable ghosts eager to haunt
To save me is to kill me, as fate just contradicts archaic modes
Integrity is in the guise of swift imagination’s making fools for fun
Where am I?
Dissipated behind the curtain, too aware of the eyes of death which is at length
I have lost myself