Liturgy of Depravity

It is no escape
To make sense of the mystery
The pill for aiding
Our existence is depravity
Dreaming dreamy dreams
Of tantalising travesties
Plagued by thoughtless thoughts
We all need a little tragedy

Forget the voices stop
Listen even in their paucity
Let their words satisfy
A requirement for insanity
Your mind has long departed
For the shores of incapacity
So dwell with me a while
Here in my dark reality

[written using the Botnik writer app]
[some minor prompts and edits from me only for some semblance of rhyme or rhythm]

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