Fabian

Life is the essence of pain

the one's slain and the one's forced to maintain

while the one who reigns claims to want change

but never stimulates the flames

the fire that stains every aspect of perceptual wanes

tames the beast down to a slave 

and creates waves that turn into personal gains

the deception contained never allowing the light to break into the membrane

a drain leading to a filter full of lies, secrets and fame

with no one to blame the veins that make up the individual chains

that slow up the brains, minds forever shamed by mistakes within the frame

the clock stays the same

the train of knowledge, that leads to a grain of conscience

bleeding onto a plane of conscious thoughts 

trained to sleep and ignore what's sought

the harlot decieves with a paradox of abstract though

layered between unorthodox clots that lead to the heart

the spirit rots due to the ignorant being distraught 

and the ones that fought well they continue their onslaught