Delusion

The pale shadows flickered on the wall

Offering a refuge from the dismal glance

The man sat at a table with his hands crossed

And muttered a blessing in a drunken stupor

The somber room reeked of oppressive piety

Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy

In the shadows a wife and child slept

Weary eyes closed in a listless grief

A silence hovered outside in a pitch-black darkness

The man's delusion

Demons with lizard-like tongues and blackened wings

A curse on his beloved

His fearful eyes darted around the desolate room

And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden wall

The man sat at the edge of a bed

And farewelled his sleeping family

The cold barrel pressed against their forehead

In a calm devotion before the blast

The thunder silenced into a whisper

And raised the smoke of lost tomorrow