eclipse of hysteria

black plague roses flourish 
in the polluted water 
microorganisms in the liquid aqua 
should’ve eaten the thorny stem

simply a matter of an acid pour 
on a mended heart -- one that has endured 
various realms in order to envision 
psychosomatic delusion

the world as we see it 
   one giant insane asylum 
 perhaps not with the stitched padded walls 
   of cotton batting, inside a madhouse

      each human on this earth resides 
  in their own bowel of the hell 
  absent of justice; consumed 
  with devastation and savagery 

    illumination no longer present 
      glitter no longer a viable option 
         for joy. society is encased within 
  its outdated premise of how humanity 
      should appear within an ideology 
   which defeats any purpose 
 for prosperity

Is harmony key?