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