A dim lit cave houses the darkest of thoughts
A plethora of sex, greed, and wonder
Ticking time bombs and sentimental clocks
Abnormal projections, the mind sundered
Perplexed as to how the Halfeti grows
With a taboo mind is what you presume
With pitch black soil, petroleum oil flows
And the eerie light from a blackened moon
Twisted imagery with no room for love
I lay next to sorrow and fantasy
Layered in darkness are the mourning doves
Lead me to detrimental ecstasy
Marvelous doom from a sonnet of gloom
The erratic entity will fall soon