Such Attitude

Such attitude: a crooked smile: a faint rebuke: a sullen trial.
And septic tears, the fears of love, an envy strong, the gong
Of drums. And feyic wave, the cave of light, a cultic heart,
The spark of strife. And depth the core, the sore of hate, a
Gravid scar, the spar of fate. Thus the venom, a touch of death,
To mar the soul, the murk of breath. And gentle words, the
Taste of dung, the face of death, the spirit flung. And sutra
Wise, my wisdom grief, a canvas dark, the grim of peace.  

Such attitude: a crooked smile: a faint rebuke: a sullen trial.
And wing to flame, a fallen sky, a need to scream, and plead
The why. But thetic pride, the bride aspark, a righteous ache,
A cultic arc. And hell to core, the sore of pain, an anguish deep,
The creep of pang. And gentle words, the taste of dung, the
Face of death, the spirit flung.