Dark Knight

Sophisticated cryptology cut through
the sepia photograph of my memory
whence buried my inconsolable grief
in an air-tight Walkman of my subconscious

Amid the glitters of superficial facade
beneath lurks the melancholy box
housing the psychedelic fractures of alternate reality
subverting a plethora of calming actuality

Seething rage reserved for no one
but still a rage nonetheless
angst drifting like a wave
yes, i'm angry but don't know why

Sentenced to serve this dilemma
Jailed by a listless, tortured soul
Smiley floating above the seabed of scowl
I am my own anathema