the New World

Inspired by two servile strangers

Too obsequious for red blood, 

In caustic amusement

We hurled ourselves at the flood. 

In a daft satire

I embrace my unholy illusions, 

Like a rogue pupil

Stabbing his fencing master in want of lessons. 

She betrayed me the moment

We stepped foot off the ship, 

Both of us lost in this new world, 

Blinded by lust that once bound our grip. 

Though depraved and always disappointing someone,

There is still a path open to us left, 

Forsaken and half-starved though we are to walk it, 

Our madness undying even in death.