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