Disguise

Disguise Carving up discrete Gracious in defeat Solitude is attitude If you can't cut a little heat. Option has a licence With a view to kill. An unknown absence Yet your smiling still? Deliverance is futile Light mile after mile, An everlasting blindness For a plastic kindness. Melting any heat of reconcile. Tiptoe the ashes Smouldering any hope. Ego minded clashes Sparking kaleidoscope. Flames now engulfing Choking anything insulting. Stigmas extinguish Any hope that distinguish Gone are all things revolting. The Bard o Biggar