I wake up early – for the dogs who watch me.
Donned in paint – the sanest endeavor.
For nakedness is the true madness;
A cloak – society’s price…
To live in the sanity – that without – is nigh iconoclast.
But yet; the dogs watch for more;
A slightest revelation is condemnation –
Lapped up – in the onslaught of perfection;
Clouding the windows for centuries.
For the true being shall not see to see –
The metamorphic chain – true sanity-
Till the Dark King claims his prize,
The price of my endeavors-
Led to the ultimate madness;
By his cold warmth.