Guilt of Waste

Satiate dreams both savage and ill.

Placate life as the pinwheel stands still.

Oscillating Sensations,

Recreate Revelations,

Seventy Temptations,

Return no Reparations.

Mastering the void is a time tempered tat.

Construct yourself in oil and you will only need a bath.

Endless Permutations,

Myself, no Expectations,

Lasting in-Toxications,

Life, its no Vacation.

I have wasted my time on a non-existent pact.

I could get more done if I just sat and stared at black.

Crumbling Nations,

Positive Probation,

Finite Medications,

Wasted Sinsations.