Makeshift Nirvana/ Entropy

I the white-robed veiled virgin maiden tread in the catacombs of darkness
Lost and far from home I know I have no business here.
This is the realm of bitter tears and broken hearts, bloody palms and shatter dreams but still I walk on
Through the labyrinth in the darkness, past the crucifixes and Christ-like depiction images
Past the feminine chains…tampons, bras, panties….
I tread through a land that God has never seen
And it’s inhabitants smirks at the name of the Lord

My path crosses that of another white robed one
Her garments stained and torn
I run to her and cradle her to my arms
To look is to see to see is to know and to know…is to wish for death
The girl has been deflowered, neglected abuse, mistreated and cast down from her rightful place as a princess
Blood stained, battered, broken…the knives litter the floor around her as if rained down from heaven…
In actuality placed around her by her own hand
She longs for her own end…and I can not pretend to understand
I can not pretend to know her fears and persecutions
her trials and tribulations I can only…I offer her my Empathy my love
I do not ask you to stop just no so much…not so deep…not so long…not so many
You are the Entropy
Remember the Entropy
The measure of disorder in a system
The lovely three daughters of life
War, Peace, and Revolution
From absolute Chaos to unyielding Serenity
I wish
I wish I could take you to a place free from suffering and desire
Free you from this savage longing
Bathe you in Roses in my makeshift Nirvana
Give you happiness
Is happiness a state of mind…a place….a feeling…a person
Is it
Is it
Daybreak ?