Casket of Conformity
 
Possessive of a most craven poison
Inhale the stale stench of conformity
In closed casket of conventionality
 
Not a black tear was ever known
Not a mark in time
Listless resolution
 
Blank face, not free to originate
Nothing are you or will you ever be
Deep in the womb of scrutiny
 
© 2002, Alexis Child