A Cleansing New Reign

Have you ever

Seen through the night?

Bitter eyes mired in the past…

Once shut too tight.

We all know illusions.

Mesmerized by a fool’s success.

Confusions condemn Intuition.

Gallows Hang every Epiphany.

Dead in the Certainty

All Sins are made to Confess.

I will no longer borrow permission

But to live, birth myself again...I must first

Clean up my holey self-made Mess.

-Cheers Lorenzo

Art by Tomasz Alen Kopera