Miasma

Dark movements in broad daylight

Ramparts crumble, a sign to all who enter this place:

Through cracks in this visceral wall, sometimes more than truth escapes

How weak we become, it leads us astray

Our own reflection often takes the biggest toll,

Scarring us the most

An orderly exchange of guilt

No conscience cleared

No final word

As bright lights in dark sky's promise to take me away