Vice is upset when upright and left in

A space a man restless rested

Crazed eyes tell a room shredded

A story of lost truths madness bested

The quiet becomes loud when wrested

Paid for The Infinite and fed it

A penchant for tension so wretched

Failing straight paths when tested

Colors bleed blended from shapes lost

Voices whisper screams from loss

No pattern accepted, chaos is par

For the course is perilous and far

Unprejudiced and leaving all in soot and tar