Illusion of Bliss

The Dark Mistress of the night

Converting my passion and emotions to my plight

All empathy and affection out of sight

Seems my pain is her ultimate delight,

The world seems to have changed

Taken over by those so deranged

Waiting for a nuclear exchange

Peace to these people a bit too strange,

We’re in a new era of isolationism

But it’s a self-imposed impressionism

Surely not resembling creationism

More like the insanity of Satanism,

Where are you now oh temptress

As I lay here in the night sleepless

I’m afraid it has all come to this

Remembering when I lived in the illusion of bliss,

How did it get this way

My own worst enemy I’m sorry to say

This is why I have to pray

More fighter jets entering the fray,

So I navigate through the darkness

Seemingly exiled more or less

In an existence gone careless

Victim of an evil empress,

Each moment like a roll of the dice

Suspecting anyone who seems a little too nice

Did I already die once or twice?

As I set sail for Antarctic ice.